Will we ever really reach the moon? Will we ever really march to the seashore? Will we ever really break down walls that feel wrong? Will we ever really come to terms with those bombs? It's hard to say Our past might have never come The way it seems today, the way it seems today Everything seems so far away when Nothing appears the way it did then Discover a photo of the night sky Thankfully the stars do align Despite time Will we ever really befriend our demons? Will we ever really pick apart the Milky Way? Will we ever really sky-scrape toward heaven? Will we ever really fight to forbid fear? It's hard to say Our past might have never come The way it seems today, the way it seems today Everything seems so far away when Nothing appears the way it did then Discover a photo of the night sky Thankfully the stars do align Despite time Climbing through the ocean Nothing can be held on to Navigating skywards Stars do not hold anchors Nothing left to conquer We are all that can see blue We are all that can feel blue Will we ever really leave the earth and reach the moon?