To My Last Breath - Haste

Summer with the lights out 
Finds me in my parent's basement,
Watching bedroom movies. 
Pictures and holidays hang in the hall. 
Guided by memory. 
Where we stand is where we'll jump from. 
It doesn't seem so far 
From finding common surface 
And to still retreating hearts. 
Once choice turns two aside. 
A direction thought in common. 
A passing glance serving as a makeshift alter. Whispering, we confess. 
Where we stand is where we'll jump from. 
It doesn't seem so far 
From finding common surface 
And to still retreating hearts. 
From the playground to my last breath 
Doesn't seem so far 
From finding common surface 
And to still retreating hearts. 
Keep hoping for movie miracles. 
The windows are frames 
And the scenes can change. 
I would have had to kiss you 
At the drive-thru window 
If they had their way. 
Where we stand is where we'll jump from. 
It doesn't seem so far 
From finding common surface 
And to still retreating hearts. 
From the playground to my last breath 
Doesn't seem so far 
From finding common surface 
And to still retreating hearts.