Sangtekst: This Time Next Year. The Longest Way Home. Sweetest Air.

Can I tell you one thing? Its a secret so hold on tight; I need your help to close my eyes, to fall asleep at night. Can I say one more thing? Another secret, hold on tight; a one track heart, a one track mind, Ive been told theyre not right. Ive become to dependant on every word you sing. I need this sound to close my eyes, its my everything. Ive become to dependant on every word you sing, but I dont care its our sound, our everything. Now did you catch that look in his eye? It should have made you think this, that he can take us to the sky. All I hear if I would have went the same road too maybe id have stories to tell you. Ill find mine, thats the difference of me and you. Now pump our lungs with the sweetest air. Fill our hearts full gold, with no room to spare. Drain our veins fill them with gasoline; I swear we'll get there. Please no doubt, no hesitation; just give me the time you can spare. Ive become to dependant on every word you sing. I need this sound to close my eyes, its my everything. Ive become to dependant on every word you sing, but I dont care its our sound, our everything. Now did you catch that look in his eye? It should have made you think this, that he can take us to the sky. All I hear if I would have went the same road too maybe id have stories to tell you. Ill find mine, thats the difference of me and you. Like you ill count how things could go wrong and I still wont care, well just keep driving on. From the sunset to the sunrise, ill take all I can see. Ill take distance, friends, and late nights, ill take everything. Ill take a chance, ill throw out everything. All the weight in the world, it still wont get me off this chance of a distraction from everything. Now did you catch that look in his eye? It should have made you think this; that he can take us to the sky. To a place with the sweetest air where they fill our hearts with gold. Theres so many roads, go to sleep for awhile, ill wake you up in three-thousand miles