Twelve thousand meters away if I’m correct
You’re not even here to correct my math
This love’s succumbed the unpredictable hiccups
But still rose from the dead and saw the light
We may have never been perfect otherwise
But we still found ourselves back in love

Break is what we both need
Despite the fact that our love conquered everything
Demise is not part of it
As we believe the spark still exists
We’ll find our way back to love
If we’re meant to be like Bonnie and Clyde
Should we not, it’d mean that we’re both destined for much
Consider this not a goodbye
As I’ll be here should you need a shoulder to cry