The Tourist

One of us I couldn't see, hoping it was me
Now that it feels it couldn't be, wanting to be free
Never fall from holiness, painting in the stars
What if we could turn around like birds in the rain?

One of us I couldn't see, hoping it was me
Now that it feels it couldn't be, wanting to be free
Never fall from holiness, painting in the stars
What if we could turn around like birds in the rain?

One of us I couldn't see, hoping it was me
Now that it feels it couldn't be, wanting to be free