I look into the smoke of the night and I realise how little we have in common.
We carry on, but I don't know if it will ever be possible to share those life experiences. You do things with them, I do things with others, we both do the same, but at different times, in different places.
And you slip, you slip out of my grip, you're free, you're growing, you're walking... Or maybe it's me walking upwards and learning to fly.
But then I see you, and it's all different. It's all new, and I don't know where my place is, where I belong, or if you belong in my skies anymore.
They're beautiful, I can see it, and you find yourself when you're there with them, and when I'm not. And they're yours, never ours.

Walking, walking on the seaside, looking up at the moon and dreaming, dreaming of things that never even appeared when I was trapped in that false life that never belonged to me.
I wish I could start over new, I wish I could just forget everything... But then maybe you would never had been mine. And that is something I wouldn't ever want, never.


And then the sun comes out, and I just keep on smiling. Just in case the sun dies out some day and we have to survive in the dark again.





It's like the end of the movie clip...