This love, it is a distant star, guiding us home wherever we are.

This love, it is a burning sun, shining light on the thing’s that we’ve done.

I tried to speak to you every day,

But each word we spoke, the wind blew away.

Could these [bad word] [bad word] down?

I want to feel my feet on the ground.

And leave behind this prison we share.

Step into the open air.

How did we let [bad word] to this?

What we just tasted, we somehow still miss.

How will it feel when this day is done?

And can we keep what we’ve only begun?

And now these [bad word] [bad word] down.

And I can feel my feet on the ground.

Can we carry this love that we share?

Into the open air.

Into the open air.

Into the open air.