The air we breathe the coldest nights

The darkest fears I know

Believing that we'll make it home.



And all the lights and all the roads

Are covered now in snow

But through it all we're not alone.



I won't be low

We'll make it out alive

We'll be alright.



Here we are by ourselves

The story we could tell

Is enough to keep them listening

This plot unwinds itself

To fill the spaces on their shelf

This chapter we don't know

We'll keep on writing as we go

Just to show that we mean it when we say

That we're going our own way.



I won't be low

We'll make it out alive

We're calling out and taking our time

So that you know as long as we're together we'll be alright.