Текст песни

In a world of noise, you're my holy rest.
We don't have to fix it,
We don't have to try; we just have to look up at the open sky.
Sky high, where the heavy ground can reach,
Past the broken words we never had to speak.
Up where the air is pure, and the winter turns to spring,
I will hold your weight, I will give you everything.
Sky high, where the stars are just a breath away,
We don't have to face the coldness of the day.
Skin against skin, where the quiet begins.

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