We made it all the way here in this storm…
We made it all the way here in this storm,
Chasing the light that was born from our first encounter.
I’ve got one glass bead’s worth of courage in my pocket.
We’ve all got one glass bead’s worth that we carry around.
Even if we lined them up, we’d still have just one. Ever since that day. Ever since the beginning.
A patched-up umbrella. A dirty candle.
A handmade map. We used them all together, carefully.
Where are we now? Where will we go from here?
Nobody knows the answer to those questions, but we choose to stay side by side.
I’m here by your side now—we’re not lost.
All the times we laughed,
And the much fewer times we spent crying or angry—every single one
Becomes a music note; they arrange together to bind us.
I’ve got about a universe’s worth of fear in my pocket.
We’ve all got about a universe’s worth.
By trembling together, at the same times, we become stronger… we become weaker…
A UFO we pointed to. A stray cat we passed.
Our yawns in unison. What else was there? Tell me.
We can resist our stubbornness and embarrassment,
Facing it head on with the strength of our hearts.
It’s not that we can’t undo the ribbon binding us…
‘Cause we’ve been tying it tighter all this time.
Your courage is like a star to me. I hope it stays that way, even if placed beside many others.
Ahh, where are we now?
Where will we go from here? We’re not lost.
We made it all the way here in this storm…
We made it all the way here in this storm…
I’ll start counting, so on the count of three: start reading each others’ breaths,
Paying close attention each time we cry, get angry, or laugh.
We made it all the way here in this storm,
Chasing the light that was born from our first encounter.
We’ll go on endlessly through this storm!
Aligning as red stars, we’ll go on endlessly!