The sky is on fire/and I rush over to get a glimpse of the horizon/but I’m pushed back by the icy cold that the windows throw at me/and I wonder if they know something that I don’t/and they’re just trying to protect me/but then I think I’m foolish/and force myself through their petty obstacle/and I look out and admire the view/and something pulls my line of sight downward/so I look down and make my eyes focus/only to see you/holding hands with another girl.