LYRIC

Shuffling through the flawless backdrop,
Together swept up into the colors.
We admit our attraction and concede in perfect certainty.
The cold wind setting every tree on fire,
We're just floating through these familiar trails.
Looking up at the clouds through veil of red and yellow,
Hands held so tight we wouldn't let the wind go.
The skies open up for tonight.

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