these autumn days, pass without a single trace
of us standing by the maze
are we reaching the end?
pure anxiety, but you're right next to me
hold my hand, you'll be alright for me
i give you promises i didn't make to no one before
i don't want us to pause and replay
i would be selfish if i say i didn't like this game
funny how i go round and round to come back to you
you're sweet and sour
going from moon to back
and i witness us
moving from white to black