Destination
V4.5
Destination… Drifting past the atmosphere Only silence holds me here A pulse, a flare, a flash of light The stars don't speak, but feel just right One signal through the static hum No turning back from what we've become
Destination… Drifting past the atmosphere Only silence holds me here A pulse, a flare, a flash of light The stars don't speak, but feel just right One signal through the static hum No turning back from what we've become
