We are two and two of us are one.
I’m back on my feet again,
out on the street again,
looking for love on the way to the sky.
Some people moving up,
some people standing still,
Some hold their hand out
and some people never will.
Lovers and liars, consumed by the fires
of two many dances and not enough song;
You’re my song.
Pity the poor one,
the shy, the unsure one
Who wanted it perfect
but waited too long
There’s no way to count
or to measure the cost
of the innocence lost
on the way to the sky,
to the sky.
We are two and two of us are one.
But maybe two of us can be enough
to get it done.
Lovers and liars, consumed by the fires
of too many dances and not enough song,
We pity the poor one,
the shy, the unsure one
Who wanted it perfect,
but waited too long,
much too long.
I’m back on my feet again,
I’m out on the street again,
looking for love
on the way to the sky,
to the sky.