When the blue skies begin to fall
and the oceans begin to rise,
I would want to be with you,
falling in love again with your eyes.
You are my only escape plan,
there's no other way out of this doom.
We'll grow inside each other's heart,
held by the roots of love and bloom.
I will carry you in my arms,
if your feet can't feel the ground.
You can listen to my heart beat for you
and forget the chaos sweeping around.
This won't be the end of our story,
we will meet again sometime soon.
If not a life on earth,
then maybe as the stars behind the moon.