Saw her close the space
Connection of us a race
Words flying through my case
My hand is grabbed
I close my face
Hanging on a plane
Soon on in the sun
We're going to
Make another day and
Play the same game
Hanging on a plane
Soon on in the sun
We're going to
Make another day and
Play the same game
But, what is different?
Could it have been saved?
Now you see that it's too late
We have met here
At the gate