(Aaaaa aaa aaaa Uuuuuu uuu uuuu)

He appeared by chance, carrying his heart upon his hand,

Though he was a stranger, he became something more than planned.

Lonely just like she, unseen by others passing by.

Dreaming only of the feeling of being loved and standing high.

And in the silence of the night, a flicker of hope they found

They are two lost souls caught in the undertow,

Two fractured mirrors, reflecting where they ought to go.

There's no bright future painted in the sky, they think they know,

But they will live in this moment, in this perfect, sweet flow.

Lost within his feelings, reactions, and his painful state,

Standing in the void, consumed by thoughts of being 'too late'.

Feeling like a barrier blocked his path to peaceful light.

Trapped in the chill of the cold embrace throughout the night.

He once let himself be misled by broken heart's cruel guise,

Covered by brutal, horned shadows right before his eyes.

She pushed him to an act for which he paid a heavy toll,

Setting a wrong path, bad thoughts, bad goals that scarred his soul.

But even though he was drowning in a sea of deep despair,

He didn't walk past her figure, a silent soul to share.

He reached his beautiful hands out, gently into her domain,

Because he saw he met someone who was also caught in pain.

And in the silence of the night, a flicker of hope they found

They are two lost souls caught in the undertow,

Two fractured mirrors, reflecting where they ought to go.

There's no bright future painted in the sky, or at least they think they know,

But they'll live in this moment, in this perfect, sweet flow.

He wrapped her in his warmth and the will to help and mend,

Became the gentle blaze of fire where the starless night would end.

He quickly grew to be her truest, dearest friend,

Knowing that she, alone, don't have too much to lend.

What's going to happen next, their destiny, they cannot see,

But they know that they don't want to end this fragile remedy.

They sadly believe there's no brilliant future waiting at the close,

So they will live in the moment, in the comfort that it shows.

They are two lost souls caught in the undertow,

Two fractured mirrors, reflecting where they ought to go.

There's no bright future painted in the sky, they think they know,

But they'll live in this moment, in this perfect, sweet flow.

(Aaaaa aaa aaaa Uuuuuu uuu uuuu) ...In this perfect, sweet flow.