distance soon is growing, we’re reaping and we’re sowing, 
The choices that we’ve made are not in vain. 

great distance… 

The threads of life are woven with so few we have chosen, 
We find ourselves in such dynamic states. 

The status quo is fading fast, 
Our present has [bad word] our past, 
Can we escape what’s [bad word] meant to be? 

It’s killing me, what can I do? 
The thought of acquiescing you 
Means first the thought of acquiescing me. 

Something in my mind 
Something in my mind is out of 
Is out of 
Is out of place. 

great distance… 

The future unregretting, my focus unrelenting, 
I know the journey’s only just begun. 
I cannot grasp tomorrow without confronting sorrow 
And letting go of so much I’ve [bad word]  

The threads of life are woven with so few we have chosen, 
The past is gone, the future still remains. 

The status quo is fading fast, 
Our present has [bad word] our past, 
Can we escape what’s [bad word] meant to be? 

great distance…