Turning Back - Ron Pope/Emily Scott Robinson

Lyrics by：Ron Pope

Composed by：Ron Pope

I was awake you were still dreamin'

Covers rise and fall with each breath

Half drawn shade cuts the light of morning

Radiator laughs

The melody moves slow then fast

We're past the point of turning back

Winter's cold in this city of strangers

Shuffle past on their way to God knows where

You and me like a western sunrise

Seems impossible in fact

I guess "impossible" is meaningless

We're past the point of turning back

We were moved by gravity

We were pulled like tides

String tied to the moon it seems

Reaching through the night

Open eyes the room's still a whisper

Nearly noon the day's creepin' up

Let daylight fade like a lonely ember

'Cause we ain't moving from this spot

Holding on with everything we've got

Even when we're off the track

We are past the point of turning back