Walking again to a farther possibility, things fall into place yet I'm still grounded
in these streets. Falling behind what I want, what I've been offered and what
I intend to understand.

So I find something else as special, I saw it from the start in that cold wait
outside, introduced for a second time, a past so far behind I couldn't remember
that previous line.

And so I pray for a succesful trip, flying above the world, things tend to fall down
from such a distance above.
So I look for a higher Grace, but just realized that God got locked away.


Going off from her tongue, lips as sweet, only a second kiss was done, leaving
the taste of a somewhat closer future that may come, or might leve me behind,
either way, I'm not falling without a fight.