[Storyteller.]

You can't feel the heat until
you hold your hand over the flame.
You have to cross the line just to
remember where it lays.
You won't know your worth now,
son, until you take a hit.
And you won't find the beat
until you lose yourself in it...

You can't fill your cup until you empty all it has.
You can't understand what lays ahead
if you don't understand the past.
You'll never learn to fly now
'til you're standing at the cliff.
And you can't truly love
until you've given up on it.

That's why we won't back down,
we won't run and hide.
Yeah, 'cause these are the things
that we can't deny.
I'm passing over you like a satellite,
so catch me if I fall...

She told me that she never
could face the world again,
so I offer up a plan.

We'll sneak out while they sleep,
and sail off in the night.
We'll come clean and start over
the rest of our lives.
When we're gone we'll stay gone.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It's not too late;
we have the rest of our lives.