Meaning

Honest.
I miss it
Can we go back in time
For the sake of reliving a week?

Best friend.
So alive.
Shy, seated across
As a campfire glows to tell the tale

Dancing flames playing on the stillness of sand
You soared to look at the stars
I sunk like a hammock in motion
Let the music fill my world

Overwhelmed by the fulfilling acoustic guitar
Your soulful electronic words that meant so much
It's in the context we denied.
Ignoring the world's blatant cries.
That kept alive the timid facade

This was the distance
As much as we cared
As we were willing to go
In the dark, glassy nights of wonder