Why do we still resist what's meant to be?
Why do we still resist what's meant to be?
I can feel your pulse like an echo in the distance,
Every breath you take, it's pulling me nearer.
I've been tracing lines through fate and superstition,
And somehow, every path leads me right here.
Oh, we feel the same, we know it's real,
But something keeps us standing still.
I could shift the tides, rewrite the sky,
Make the stars shine brighter just to match your light.
I could bend the wind, make time stand still,
But I can't change the way we fight what's real.
We could steal the moon, rewrite the past,
But love like this was always built to last.
Every force, every power, pulls us closer endlessly,
So why do we still resist what's meant to be?
You can read my mind like a story left unfinished,
Every word unspoken still brings us back.
We're magnetic souls, but we're stuck in indecision,
Too afraid to fall in case we can't turn back.
Oh, we feel the same, we know it's real,
But something keeps us standing still.
I could shift the tides, rewrite the sky,
Make the stars shine brighter just to match your light.
I could bend the wind, make time stand still,
But I can't change the way we fight what's real.
We could steal the moon, rewrite the past,
But love like this was always built to last.
Every force, every power, pulls us closer endlessly,
So why do we still resist what's meant to be?
We run, we chase, we push, we pull,
But in the dark, we're something whole.
I let go, you reach for me,
Two lost flames in the same gravity.
I could shift the tides, rewrite the sky,
Make the stars shine brighter just to match your light.
I could bend the wind, make time stand still,
But I can't change the way we fight what's real.
We could steal the moon, rewrite the past,
But love like this was always built to last.
Every force, every power, pulls us closer endlessly,
So why do we still resist what's meant to be?
I don't need to shift the tides, rewrite the sky,
Everything we need is right in your eyes.
Why do we still resist what's meant to be?
Let the universe, let fate decide,
No more fighting love-we'll let it fly.
Why do we still resist what's meant to be?