I've taken hold of what we had,
And won't let go of your heart and hand.
We'll fade and fall,
On the way there.
Our particles will float through the air.
And I will be the one,
Together on your knees.
And I will hold you close beneath the dying tree.
This way we go,
Heaven or bust.
Will we get there? No.
In time we must.
And I will be the one,
Together on your knees.
And I will hold you close beneath the dying tree.