let
we
and build mountains in our place
we could see everything
we could start a fire
and all shine in its light
shine so bright we burn in eyes
and heal the stories ending
this is the last time
we will ever bleed to feel alive
consider this a rehearsal
your heart of hearts rekindled
catching the fruits of our labors
and holding our hearts in our hands
waiting for you to sound a prayer
in the form of an anchor
replied by holding you up
in red skies bound by love
let
we
shine so bright we burn in eyes