We're alone, twisting down

a hallway with no walls.

I don't know who we are...

we had found out yesterday,

but today is a new day; 

today we find out again.

Take my hand... 

Do we have hands?

yes

so take my hand--

this hallway is too constricting. 

I see stairs at the end of our life, 

I wonder where they lead--

walk with me.

Don't be sad that it's the end;

be happy that the stairs wind upwards.

Be happy that we can hold hands today;

be happy that tomorrow,

everything will be new again.

Everything will be new,