Come What May

Tripping together with destiny,
Or another way, desperation.
A secret of leaves, love falling,
A good-bye of liquid,
Hurried beyond today.

We beat our course along that way
And came forth to see again the stars.

It's an indoor game: inch closer.
So much is at stake with a soul.

We beat our course along that way
And came forth to see again the stars.