It’s in our hands
We drift, we glide
Your fingers slip
From mine tonight
We rise, we won’t bend
No fear can pull us in
Through every high, through every fall
We stand, we stand through it all
When the silence pulls us under
When the sky breaks into thunder
Holding onto something brighter
Holding on to every colour
We rise, we won’t bend
No fear can pull us in
Through every high, through every fall
We stand, we stand through it all
Through it all
Through it all
Through it all
[Holding on to every colour
Through it all
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