Glowing - D.A. Wallach, D.A.

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

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

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