As much as you say that we won't decay
The bombs went off a week ago
The grass here is gray, been walking all day
But I'm not sure we'll make it home
So if you trust me, hold me close and
We'll turn to sculptures made of sand
Once they find us, a thousand years from now
We'll still be right here holding hands
Still be glowing, smiling like we didn't give a damn
The lights getting low and the dust to snow
The broken windows went everywhere
Your clothes may be torn but I'll keep you warm
I'll shade your eyes from the firestorm