How they met is a mystery
Life passed by so quietly
All that's left are pictures and notes
That tell us of their hopes and plans, journeys that would never end
Memos of love that one of them wrote
We will walk through fire,
Fly around the sun,
Walk the wire,
Our dreams have just begun
They lived their lives impatiently
Time passed by, accordingly
All that's left are pictures and notes
That hide away the pain crept in doubt and envy
Froze their skin
A quiet grief that none of them showed
For they would walk through fire
Reach out for the moon
Walk the wire
Some dreams just end too soon
The wind could tell you a story
About why some things came to pass
About swims and facing reality
Running behind different snakes in the grass
Take a look at the world, slowly falling apart
Burying head to tail, digging up dirt
It's slowly going nowhere
When your vision is blurred and there's a hole in your heart
Lies won't shake you, bend or break you
The wind could tell you a story but then
What good would it do?
So let bygones be bygones, snakes in the grass
They mean nothing to you
Take a look at the world, slowly falling apart
Burying head to tail, digging up dirt
It's slowly going nowhere
When your vision is blurred and there's a hole in your heart
Lies won't shake you, bend or break you
Love will always find you, captivate and blind you
Take you by the hand, breaking barriers and fences
Oh they tell you love is like a river, a promise she'll deliver
To set our hearts alight and get you through the night
Love defies all evil,
Rules by charm and treason
Once it's in command, the quest is cruel and relentless
Sometimes love's a funeral choir, kindled by desire
To set all hearts alight and make the world seem bright
Another night, another day
Another heart to betray
The right goes on and on and on
The wheels are turning
Another rule, another phase
All the touching of grace
The secret mantra keeps on running through your head
The river's wide and dark and deep
The roads are running long and steep
And tides are high within the seas, the tide is turning
It keeps you knocking more and more, knocking on every other door
Until the day you find the devil in your bed
Feel the waves blowing silently,
Whispering words from the sky
Don't speak, don't make a sound
As we graciously let sleeping dogs lie
Love can be gentle while it's hard
You try to touch it then it's gone
You spend your days escaping on this silent journey
Because we were more than just machines
With some magic gasoline to take you all the way to paradise and back
Walk through fire
Reach out for the moon
Walk the wire
Some dreams will end too soon...