got a fist of pure emotion, got a head of shattered dreams, gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now

through the wind, through the rain, the snow, the wind, the rain

someone caught us in the kitchen with maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank, a vision too removed to mention

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going for miles and miles, moon makes that patient rise

lucky you there’s cake and wine, first we mourn then we dine

I hightail my cool haircut through the turnstiles of the airport, on the run now

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setting fire to our insides for fun, to distract our hearts from ever missing them

and everybody wants to be special here, they call your name out loud and clear, here comes a regular

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and instead of saying all of your goodbyes – let them know you realize that life goes fast, it’s hard to make the good things last

but I will remain the keeper of my thoughts, when old photos are torn, new feelings are born, and old ones erased