When we fall, or we jump
At some point, all we want
Is to get back up
And we call to the numb
Raise our voice for a hand
To change our luck
Walking sideways
To reach the same place
Still growing apart
Is it cold on the top
As we wave from the ground
What was lost?
From the avalanche
To the day it stops
Gravitated by the wave
Breaking down on us
From the avalanche
To the day it stops
In the sun before the rain
Is that what you want?
If we rise and we run
Cross the line but still move on
Just because
All the walls will collide
As we look outside
And then we pause
Walking sideways
To reach the same place
Still growing apart
But the silence gets loud
When we come back around
What was lost?
