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Move on Move on.


Today I am a face,

Tomorrow I grow a name.

Tonight we make it to the other side of the riverbank.

If she can face tomorrow,

Then I can do the same.

I just can't stay dry

When my sky is full of rain.

She's sees me in my destiny,

My star to shine, it's true.

And when she grabs a hold of me

My greying skies turn blue.

And when these skies have fallen deep,

Under the ground beneath my feet.

She sings to me a whispered song,

She sings to me: move on, move on. 

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