• A new day comes, with soft, light air.
    I feel it leak through my cold fingers.
    A dream, it seems.

    We walk this path towards the blinding burn
    of the sky that holds so much.
    Maybe one day I'll see you there...
    Maybe, one day, I'll meet you there...

    If we run father, and farther
    If we run forever
    We'll be getting closer.
    We'll be getting closer to what is our promise.
    Our promise...

    I remember when it seemed we could count forever
    the stars in the sky, that would guide us.
    But that you never saw.
    You never looked up, instead all you did was count the small grains of sand.

    If we could fly higher, and higher
    We could reach the sky.
    We'll be getting closer to what is our promise.
    Our promise...

    If we run father, and farther
    If we run forever
    We'll be getting closer.
    We'll be getting closer to what is our promise.
    Our promise...