Remember the house where we discovered 
empty walls could build each other? 
The sound of silence in the night 
whispering that the morning could be alright? 

Remember how we still got better? 
How we could share a life together? 
Because the cornerstone that holds us down 
doesn’t fade when the ashes come around. 

Bearing the worst that comes, 
and then some. 
Sharing a final breath, 
until death. 
Bearing the worst that comes, 
and then some. 
Sharing a final breath, 
until death. 

When you’re cold and all alone, 
and the flame feels lost 
the pursuit never stops. 
When you’re old and close to home 
and you're looking back 
the pursuit never stops. 
The pursuit never stops. 

In October, we made a promise 
that through the course of what could change us: 
For better or worse you could know 
the covenant won’t let go. 

Bearing the worst that comes, 
and then some. 
Sharing a final breath, 
until death. 
Bearing the worst that comes, 
(is ours to carry) 
and then some. 
Sharing a final breath, 
(is ours to carry) 
until… 

When you’re cold and all alone, 
and the flame feels lost 
the pursuit never stops. 
When you’re old and close to home 
and you're looking back 
the pursuit never stops. 
The pursuit never stops. 

Her:  Sitting close as you fade away. 
Another silence with your hand glued to mine 
says our years together brought to life what I knew was true: 
What I couldn’t have was worth what I wouldn’t lose. 

When you’re cold and all alone, 
and the flame feels lost 
the pursuit never stops. 
When you’re old and close to home 
and you're looking back 
the pursuit never stops. 
The pursuit never stops. 
The pursuit never stops.