If I hold out my hand Will you fly to the ends of earth Trust me as your man Not a scratch will touch your surface For you, I will do, the unspoken Fly by every high-rise Restless in Autumn's arms From the state of the Golden Gate To the Saint Louis Arc If I hold out my hand Will you stand there with me Deep breath, lungs and chest Fulfilling all the empty Hand in hand, as we land It is you I want to kiss me I now understand, It was not my hand It was yours, the one that lifts me