It may be the way

It is the way, I know 

The way you look at me.

It's like that rare moment

One where the rain is rushing

Over our faces and we look up

To see a million bubbles, drifting.

Do you believe that this is real?

I know it is, this is real. 

Can you trust yourself to feel?

I hope you can, cause I can feel it.

This is the end of a thousand sparks

And the beginning of a million voices.

We are so composed, we used to scream

Did you remember what it used to be?

Well it's better now. We're doing fine.

It is used to be a war between two fights

Now we're watching from the outside, 

Waiting for her, content with ourselves.