We don’t really talk too often
Cause I don’t wanna tell you I believe
You’re just another ghost I’m stalking
More stories in wind that whisper things I’d rather see

I want this time to mean something to me
I have to feel my blood start boiling
If all we do is grow apart then
Can we ever get back to the seed?

We don’t
Know love
Till it’s taken from us
We don’t
Know love

Resurrect the story I was told
Of when we were awake alone and cold
Up against the only truth we know
With every question is just another myth to tell our own

I want this time to mean something to me
I have to feel my blood start boiling
If all we do is grow apart then
Can ever get back to the seed?