Lyrics Sitting in a Chair, Blinking - Wave Machines

If I get over
Over this hill
I will make sure that
You and I come back
Wiser still

We'll keep the streets to walk upon
And turn the fading sun back on

We could stay up late as we like
Pressing ourselves into the night
Weightless as plans you made too fast
Life is grand
Take it from me as we descend
My hand, my hand

We have been working
Working so hard
Staying out late
And spending our money
In bars

I hate the streets we walk upon
They cut my feet and chip my bones

We could stay up late as we like
Pressing ourselves into the night
Weightless as plans you made too fast
Life is grand
Take it from me as we descend
My hand, my hand

Like morning light
Willing Summer air to rise
We'll push this right along
We'll hold this line
Knowing that it can't rewind
We'll take this on.