We always fall farthest when we forget about that last rung,
not like a drop of rain, not like a shooting star,
more like a house collapsing in on itself.
But we hold our hearts in both hands,
when we sing, we sing to the sky
but the clouds never listen, and the moon doesn't care,
and the sunset won't stay the night.
But tonight, we're sure,
there's fireworks in the sky.
But we hold our hearts in both hands,
when we sing, we sing to the sky
but the clouds never listen, and the moon doesn't care,
and the sunset won't stay the night.
We know now more than ever,
never to look, never to stare,
in the eyes of one you hope never to see again.
But tonight we're sure,
there's fireworks in the sky,
Do they lie in our eyes?