Everything I've wanted is in the mist.
But when I try to take you with me you disappear.
I turned back once and you were still there and I thought it was a sign.
But you were different in the morning.
And in an instant you were gone again.
I turned slightly to look out my window and you were down there calling me back
Behind you was the mist and behind the mist was fire.
The white hot kind.
I realized that I was gifted a birds eye view that would save both of our lives
Lives that we would live out fully and content in chains.