With eyes locked out on the horizon
Your hand in mine, we waited for the flash
What’s happening to our modern-west romance?
A simple, celluloid tragedy on-edge
Of everything that we’ve ever hope for
And everything we were ever promised
I feel the future bearing down on me
One I don’t want, one I don’t need
So I run anywhere, I run nowhere
With eyes locked out on the horizon
Your hand in mine, we waited for the flash
“We’re not going to make it, are we?” you asked
But you knew that we’d blow apart like leaves
I cant grasp this moment
Your blue dress, the ocean
The overwhelming sense of urgency
That this will be the last chance
To tell you that I wanted more
Than what Sumerians had planned for
A future, a life with you
With eyes locked out on the horizon
Your hand in mine, we waited for the flash
“We’re not going to make it, are we?” you asked
But you knew that we’d blow apart like leaves
