Chasing the End

We ran like ghosts, like gods, like fire,

Set the sky and streets on pyre.

We stole the stars, we cursed the moon.

We knew the end was coming soon.

Wrong to be together

wrong to be apart

maybe we shouldn't settle

but we play with open cards.

So take my hand, we’ll chase, we’ll run,

We’ll dance until the race is done.

No laws, no maps, no wasted breath—

Just you and me.

And whatever comes next.

Chasing the End