by the look in your downturned eyes
you've had enough of these angry skies
i can't wait, just like you can't wait
until we're out, past familiar gates 
your hands are freezing cold, on my face
just like the winter snow, that covers up this place

what you wrote in the book's first page
it's what I've hungered for on that stage
those seven words, shook the life back in

so let's [bad word]  till we lose our breath

point me at lost islands, point me at the sea
i'd love to know the sound, of nothing else but you

for the life of me, I don't know 
what took us so long, but here we are
standing face-to-face and suddenly
everything makes sense, at least to me