When we look back at it all,
as I know we will-
you and me, wide-eyed-
I wonder will we really remember
how it feels to be this alive.

And I know we have to go, I realize.
We only get to stay so long.
We always have to go back to real lives,
where we belong…where we belong…where we belong…

When we think back to all this,
and I'm sure we will-
me and you, here and now-
will we forget the way
it really is, why it feels like this,
and how?

And we always have to go, I realize.
We always have to say goodbye.
Always have to go back to real lives,
but real lives are the reason why
we want to live another life,
we want to feel another time…another time…another time…

To feel…another time…

When we look back at it all,
as I know we will-
you and me, wide-eyed-
I wonder will we really remember
how it feels to be this alive.

And I know we have to go, I realize
we always have to turn away.
Always have to go back to real lives,
but real lives are why we stay
for another dream, another day.
For another world, another way…for another way…

One last time before it's over,
one last time before the end.
One last time before it's time
to go…again.