Between Two Points - The Glitch Mob, King Britt

we’ve got forever

slippin through our hands

we’ve got more time

to never understand

falling footsteps

weighing heavy on me behind darkness

beneath candles

whispers waltz

around our dreams

the shortest distance

between two points

is the line

from me to you

feet turning black

is this the path we must walk

no turning back

wish i could just hear you talk

can something like this be pulled

from under our feet

leaving our skin

and burning coals to meet

tell me now

the shortest distance

between two points

is the line

from me to you