Through glass eyes I watched the world pass us by,
And in time, these roads became our home
I watched how the cities grew from the horizon
Then slowly died away as quickly as they had come
Together we drew a portrait, untouchable
Waking up to grey static, looking at you,
Through porcelain, laced in dirt
I am growing weak, but through all this
I have found the deepest of gratifications
A portrait untouchable,
This is the life we have chosen,
And I'd chose this for the rest of my life if I could
I'd chose this over everything