Titles mean nothing to us under these big blue stars

Underneath the big dipper,
we gathered stars;
we took off both our slippers,
and sank into the water.


We met a man who told us what we needed,
he gave us direction.
Then we swam and we found,
hold my hand through it all-
If we jump into the water,
would we swim or would we drown?
If we build a set of wings then could we be fly,
or just fall down?
And if you keep talking to me,
maybe the darkness throughout this night will be alright.


There we were without a map,
without a path,
without a destination.
We knew where we were going.
I carried you there on my back,
so that you could see the ground below us,
before you let go;
And we fly,
and we fall.
Hold my hand,
through it all.


And if-
If you keep talking to me through this darkness,
through my life,
I'll be alright.