Two silent silhouettes making no sudden movements,
praying that the waves will wash away their sins,
praying that the highs outweigh the lows,
praying, just praying, that this ain't how things are supposed to go.
Been in and out of it,
had plenty of time, now we're quickly running out of it.
Like back in the old days when mom would say "it's time to go,"
And we'd ask "ma can I get just five more minutes"
Now I'm asking God, "just five more minutes."