We're living in the airwaves

And blocking out the static

Doing anything to make us nearer

And so we begin to let go

Of anything that tries to draw

A line between where we find ourselves

Will we make it now

When the world comes crashing down

And the sky is growing darker

I'll be close to you

When the walls come caving in

And the distance makes this harder

I'm standing on top of the highest hill

Wondering if the wind could carry me where I bеlong

Staring silent at this map

Wishing that the inches bеtween cities

Were the distance between you and me

Will we make it now

When the world comes crashing down

And the sky is growing darker

I'll be close to you

When the walls come caving in

And the distance makes this harder