Made To Fly

Nate VanDeusen, Hobes

"Miss our days miss our time

thought we were made to fly

 

We were shadows on the water, chasing time,

Hearts like thunder on a silver line.

Every step a spark, every word a flame,

The world stood still, but we played the game.

 

The sun goes down, but we’re burning still,

With a heart as it beats up against the hill.

No end in my sight, and no reason why,

We’re made to fly.

 

I miss our days I miss our time

thought we were made to fly

I miss our days I miss our times

thought we were made to fly

 

The sky is so cold the horizon wide,

A restless wind and a reckless ride.

But your eyes hold truth in a shifting sea,

A shelter built between you and me.

 

The sun goes down, but we’re burning still,

With a heart as it beats up against the hill.

No end in my sight, and no reason why,

We’re made to fly.

 

I miss our days I miss our time

thought we were made to fly

I miss our days I miss our times

thought we were made to fly

I miss our days I miss our time

thought we were made to fly

I miss our days I miss our times

thought we were made to fly

 

We were shadows on the water, chasing time,

Hearts like thunder on a silver line.

 

I miss our days I miss our times

thought we were made to fly"