The race was won, the race was lost
It's not a sprint, it's a marathon
We must survive at all cost
The whispering, the cold dead sights
Its cruel mistress forgetting
Its lover, forgetting its child
Interjections are lost and found
From the streets to the underground
A passing thought, a passing glance
Forget apprehension, remember we all have a chance
To save ourselves, to save our hearts
From the plight of rejection, we'll never be stronger apart
Interjections are lost and found
From the streets to the underground
As the night draws in and the moon hangs high
Two lovers descend and wait until the morning light
As the tree tops flirt with horizon lines
Wrapped up tight in each other, until the morning light