With little words like for example said, that was the night we first began to dream. The sun we thought would never fall from sight felt like it would always, always gleam. We didn’t even know how to doubt at all, we watched the same wide sky above us burn. The light that branded shadows in our eyes we were so sure would never, never turn. The more we swore that something stayed the same, the more time slipped in softly, stole its flame. Soon even here the winter found its way, the warmth we knew was buried under snow. Inside the storm, we strained our eyes to see, but lost that guiding star’s unchanging glow. Holding a distant star against our hearts, you and I stood still, afraid to move. If it can’t be touched yet never fades away, I want to call that dream, and trust its truth. Down in a frozen corner of this town, we weighed our words and chose to hold our tongues. With every single wrong turn that we made, it felt like we grew older, less like young. On nights we threw some precious thing away to try to guard another, trembling tight, this restless chest still searched the empty sky, beating with an unfamiliar light. Even when it feels like we might break, we still can’t look away, can’t stop our pace. Inside a world now painted stark and white, only our trailing footprints carry on. With freezing hands we almost caught that glow, and swore we’d never let it slip and gone. Holding a distant star against our hearts, you and I press on through sleepless night. If it can’t be touched yet never fades away, please let us call that dream, that fragile light. If trusting still is just a kind of weak, then let us walk on frail and unafraid. Even if these wishes crack and fall, if they remain inside, that’s enough saved. Holding a distant star against our hearts, you and I at last begin to stride. Instead of counting everything we lost, we’ll face the gentle light still by our side. Holding a distant star against our hearts, you and I move on and never turn. Because it’s always burning, burning bright, we never doubt the dream for which we yearn. Even if we never reach its fire, even if the night grows far too deep, as long as it still flickers in this sky, we’ll trust the dream that it lets us keep. Back then, we reached our hands into the dark, even not knowing that star was a dream. Somehow we simply couldn’t help but reach, following that far, unspoken gleam. Back then, we reached our hands into the dark, even not knowing that star was a dream. Somehow we simply couldn’t help but reach, chasing that still-undiscovered beam. Back then, we reached our hands into the dark, even not knowing that star was a dream. Because we simply couldn’t help but reach, we stand here now, held by that same gleam.
