The hook of the line stuck between our fingertips.
Until we die our DNA is attached.
Burning the city to the ground, they say we are weak but we are the ones reeling it in.
Technology is making us weaker, sucking it all inside to make us soon forgotten.
Mystery of the man on the moon; once in a lifetime.
Only the early morning I can feel self-righteous. 
Lift your head again to watch the sunrise so I can be feeling you next to me.