Through glass eyes I watched the world pass us by, Gathering miles, chasing headlights. Into the maw, into the fray to make our name. Until our bodies are wasted. I want something more, I want something more than this. With eyes close I trace the familiar contours of your face, And I cannot stand this distance between us. I want something more than this circular life. Tonight, under this foreign sky, I will fight for you. To break the cycle, to be alive. I have never felt so alive, right now. Into the fray to make our name. Into the maw.