we’ve got forever slippin through our hands we’ve got more time to never understand falling footsteps weighing heavy on me behind darkness beneath candles whispers waltz around our dreams the shortest distance between two points is the line from me to you feet turning back is this the path we must walk no turning back wish i could just hear you talk can something like this be pulled from under our feet leaving our skin and burning coals to meet tell me now the shortest distance between two points is the line from me to you