Holding our hands Crying burnt stars Walking through the sun ... The air is feeling So dark and lonely Hoping that we'll be fine... Hoping that we'll be fine... Hoping that we'll be fine... Be fine... Hoping that we'll be fine... Holding our hands Crying burnt stars Walking through the sun ... The air is feeling So dark and lonely Hoping that we'll be fine... Hoping that we'll be fine... Hoping that we'll be fine... Be fine... Hoping that we'll be fine... Hoping that we'll be fine... Hoping that we'll be fine...