Maybe - Niva, Vanbot

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