Through glass eyes I watched the world pass us by, And in time, these roads became our home. I watched how the cities grew from the horizon. Then slowly died away as quickly as they had come. Together we drew a portrait, untouchable. Waking up to grey static, looking at you, Through porcelain, laced in dirt. I am growing weak, but through all this... I have found the deepest of gratifications. A portrait untouchable, This is the life we have chosen, And I'd chose this for the rest of my life if I could. I'd chose this over everything