We're two wandering paths that rarely coincide
Sometimes we intersect
sometimes we collide
We're two orbiting worlds on separate sides of the sun
Streak across each other's sky
and then we're gone.
Is this priceless?
Is this worth fighting for?
Is this priceless?
My fingers are tired
My arms have grown weak
From trying to hold onto something I can't keep.
When I look at you I can't tell if you're here or gone.
Are you just sticking around til the next best thing comes along?
Is this priceless?
Is this worth fighting for?
Is this priceless?