Will we ever really reach the moon?
Will we ever really march to the seashore?
Will we ever really break down walls that feel wrong?
Will we ever really come to terms with those bombs?
It's hard to say
Our past might have never come
The way it seems today, the way it seems today
Everything seems so far away when
Nothing appears the way it did then
Discover a photo of the night sky
Thankfully the stars do align
Despite time
Will we ever really befriend our demons?
Will we ever really pick apart the Milky Way?
Will we ever really sky-scrape toward heaven?
Will we ever really fight to forbid fear?
It's hard to say
Our past might have never come
The way it seems today, the way it seems today
Everything seems so far away when
Nothing appears the way it did then
Discover a photo of the night sky
Thankfully the stars do align
Despite time
Climbing through the ocean
Nothing can be held on to
Navigating skywards
Stars do not hold anchors
Nothing left to conquer
We are all that can see blue
We are all that can feel blue
Will we ever really leave the earth and reach the moon?
