I remember black skies, the lightning all around me. I remembered each flash — as time began to blur, like a startling sign that fate had finally found me.

Your voice was all I heard — that I get what I deserve. So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean, let the thorns dry.

Let the distance in your eyes — give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between. Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide.

There was nothing in sight — but memories left abandoned. There was nowhere to hide — the ashes fell like snow, and the ground caved in between where we are standing.

Your voice was all I heard — that I get what I deserve. So give me reason — to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean, let the floods cross — the distance in your eyes.