Project String Theory - #37 Lyrics

We grew right up out of lungs
In a state that could have been called madness
Breathing and desperately waiting
To take our next breath
In gulps like the fish from a foreign land

Last hope, first hope
The order doesn't really care about that
Because all that really matters is
The fact that you'll always be
Number thirty seven to me

You shine brighter than the face of the moon
And i could tell you now in certainty
That out of all the galaxies, stars and suns
You're the only place I need to be

I think i'm in love with the concepts of my mind
The storm that rages within me
The storm is coming now
So hold me close and let me drown

Last hope, first hope
The order doesn't really care about that
Because all that really matters is
The fact that you'll always be
Number thirty seven to me