Far we’ve come since we’re cured of our scars
A long way removed from loneliness, from loneliness
Here, the downward skew it feels so near
I brace for the fall, not knowing when
We have been up so high

Here, where skies cannot be cleaner
Pastures can’t be greener
Anticipate the storm
And there, where lights cannot shine brighter
The hand of death grips tighter
And dissipates the warmth (it kills the warmth)

Our judgement call on the horizon
We climbed so high, so far to fall
The distant siren

Near, an abundance of all that is dear
So firmly immersed in cosiness, in cosiness
Our careers set to shoot for the stars
Uncertainty is not knowing when adversity will strike