Cross the Line

You say the fault is your own,
But I know it is mine,
While they steal our throne,
We fall further behind.

This royal relation we possess,
Is being taken from under our feet,
Our beating hearts are left a mess,
We have fallen to this masked deceit.

So this is our last chance,
To make the lost found,
Recreate our first dance,
Upon this earthquake stricken ground.

Just follow the rhythm of the beat,
Synchronize our watches back in time,
Back to the moment where we meet,
And once again we will cross the line.

Let's run through this town,
Like bulls on parade,
Turn the world upside down,
Just to end up in the same masquerade.

This place is not the same,
I miss the days when these streets were home,
Back when me and you would play the game,
And through this city we'd roam.

So this is our last chance,
To make the lost found,
Recreate our first dance,
Upon this earthquake stricken ground.

Just follow the rhythm of the beat,
Synchronize our watches back in time,
Back to the moment where we meet,
And once again we will cross the line.

We are the lost,
Who now are the found,
The lines we have crossed,
Leave our hearts bound.

Friends hearts work together,
Like a bullet to a gun,
They live through all weather,
Because they beat as one.