o here we stand
perched on a feather
and you hold my hand
as i climb another mile
on the tip of my tongue
i promise forever
but the words go unsung
as i sink into denial
am i here or am i dreaming
is this real or am i dreaming
on the back of the plane
we plot out our future
with a map to the stars
and a promise to receive
so i follow your lead
but the vapor trail's fading
and we march toward the sun
to a place we've already been

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