Then, with our usual smiles and appearances
We brush off our dusty clothes
Once we release these hands
The coin will fall without a sound, never to return
You and me, side by side on our bikes
I’d love to see us finally overtake the dawn
On your mark: Every time we hit the ground running
We get hit with the common cold
On Your Mark: But we still can’t ever give up
When we see the slope of our dream, we get the feeling we can make it
Then, in a vacant lot of our hearts
We’re caught in an evening shower of the words we each shook off
Like answering by refusing to answer
Like reading the numbers of a clock with no hands
You and me, we’re still too young
To just accept everything as it is
On your mark: Every time we hit the ground running
We get hit with the common cold
On Your Mark: But we can never lose sight of it
We have to keep calling out to the heart of our dream
Then, we…
On your mark: Every time we hit the ground running
We get hit with the common cold
On Your Mark: But we still can’t ever give up
When we see the slope of our dream, we get the feeling we can make it
On your mark: Every time we hit the ground running
We get hit with the common cold
On Your Mark: But we can never lose sight of it
We have to keep calling out to the heart of our dream