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?