Dreaming

O here we stand Perched on a feather And you hold my hand As i climb another mile On the tip of my tongue I promise forever But the words go unsung As i sink into denial Am i here or am i dreaming Is this real or am i dreaming On the back of the plane We plot out our future With a map to the stars And a promise to receive So i follow your lead But the vapor trail's fading And we march toward the sun To a place we've already been