Lights go out
The street winds down just out of sight
Listen to you breathe
As the sky meets the night
A dream set in red, black, and white
To the wilderness and back
We carry on
Torn apart and turned around
Nowhere is too far away
To find the best part of a perfect day
And chase it down
Hours pass
While you rise above the routine
Threading through
Gunmetal gray, emerald green
The best looking part of the scene
Sort the diamonds and debris
For what it’s worth
Silver stars from rusted ground
Nothing is too much to pay
To find the best part of a perfect day
And chase it down
In your moment of weakness, I’ll be strong
Be my voice of reason when I’m wrong
Sunday gold and nocturne blue
My friend, my love, my life is here with you
Giving years to memory
We make that trade
As the clock becomes unwound
No time is too much delay
To find the best part of a perfect day
And chase it down
