Vanbot Maybe
City's cold but we make up for the trying
Heart is warm we hold on tight
A lot of time has passed but
We're not dying yet
All to loose, can't sense the destination
All to loose, can't sense the end
Time is right we'll leave now
Not right yet
No one else will make these changes
No one else will set the price
Come rain come life into my chest
Make me see and make me rest
These years, one second
Rapid sight
Maybe we could and maybe we would
Take every turn, and maybe we'd burn
