[Verse 1 – Voice 1]
I saw the sunrise spill across the ridge,
Golden light bleeding through the morning mist,
Felt it warm my chest and stir my soul,
Like the world had secrets it was trying to show.
[Verse 1 – Voice 2]
I heard the river hum beneath the bridge,
A melody older than anything I’ve lived,
Felt it call me out to wander free,
And I realized how small I’ve been to see.
[Chorus – Both, harmonizing]
Under this wide sky, we are alive,
Every heartbeat, every tear, every fight,
The mountains and rivers and endless plains,
They whisper our story, they sing our names.
If the world’s a canvas, we’re the hue,
Painted in moments, painted in truth,
And when we breathe it in, just you and I,
We are endless, under this wide sky.
[Verse 2 – Voice 1]
I felt the wind tangled in your hair,
The scent of pine and rain everywhere,
Every shadow and light playing their part,
And I swear I saw the shape of my heart.
[Verse 2 – Voice 2]
I touched the dirt where wildflowers grow,
Felt the pulse of the earth, steady and slow,
Everything fragile, everything bright,
Even the dark has its own kind of light.
[Chorus – Both, soaring]
Under this wide sky, we are alive,
Every heartbeat, every tear, every fight,
The mountains and rivers and endless plains,
They whisper our story, they sing our names.
If the world’s a canvas, we’re the hue,
Painted in moments, painted in truth,
And when we breathe it in, just you and I,
We are endless, under this wide sky.
[Bridge – Voice 1 & Voice 2, trading lines]
Voice 1: Do you feel the stars tonight?
Voice 2: They hold us close in their quiet light.
Voice 1: Every shadow makes the colors shine,
Voice 2: And every loss shows what’s divine.
[Verse 3 – Both, softly]
We walk through fields that have known our feet,
Through cities that pulse with laughter and heat,
And every glance, every whispered word,
Is a miracle in a world unheard.
[Final Chorus – Both, soft and soaring]
Under this wide sky, we are alive,
Every heartbeat, every tear, every fight,
The mountains and rivers and endless plains,
They whisper our story, they sing our names.
If the world’s a canvas, we’re the hue,
Painted in moments, painted in truth,
And when we breathe it in, just you and I,
We are endless, under this wide sky.
[Outro – whispered harmony]
Endless… under this wide sky…
Just you and I…
