We can run away from this sad city,

And roam around as if we were to just merely exist.

No need to be anything more or anything less,

No need to make believe, all of it makes sense.

My soul desires to be free,

Like a bird in flight.

Making the most of these momentary moments,

Without the fear of the future or the past.

I'd rather chase the last rays of the dying sun, 

And explore the stories of those twenty-one pilots with you by my side.

So that I can eventually tell you everything I couldn't say to you before,

Tell you that I never imagined I'd meet you where I met you.

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Sparrow Home

But I won't take for granted that November afternoon,

When you first said your hello. 

My six-yard drape, your smile

And the crowded hallway,

I still remember how you'd break all the social conventions

Just to make me stay.

I knew we'd make it work,

Anywhere away from here.

But in this lifetime, we'll never know what we could've become, 

If we only had the courage to ask for this love.

But I'm convinced it doesn't have to be forever

To leave an everlasting mark on our souls

Or make us come back for more

Even when we've drawn the line between us two.

Cause some things can be remarkable,

Even when they're ephemeral.

Just like the last rays of the dying sun. 

Just like our few moments,

Between the sweet hello and the forlorn goodbye.

Just like the little infinity that we call life.

So remarkable, yet so ephemeral.