Face down in the brown grass. Shame shame on my brown ass. Birds in the trees as we run through, and if I'm dead to the world, what you gon' do? What you gon' do? Like; I can't remember. Shot's fired, rewind, please girl be mine;(..)talk to me baby. Before we go crazy, might do it maybe(..) We were trying to forget there was something wrong. Love is Russian roulette, I had the safety on.

He caught sight of her, yanked himself up the stairwell, gave chase, elbowed his way through doorways, through the lack of people. She shut the door she'd dove past, and Levi didn't stop himself from colliding with it, fist hitting harder than the rest of his body, shuddering against it. Let the door hold him up, just wanted her to look at him, remind him that he hadn't lost everything again out there.

Petra had almost looked like Isabel, almost, almost, and he couldn't handle himself anymore, kicking the door harder, though his injured ankle gave a more prominent jolt of pain. He'd lost all of them; all of them in one fell swoop. Like the first time. Because he wasn't there for them, and fuck, maybe he was giving himself more shit than he needed, but he needed to blame something.

Give them a reason for dying, not just because the world was this fucked up. That it took strong, brave, men and women, dashed them against the rocks, rattled them, without much care. In all the stories, the good guys won. Wasn't that how it worked? And the heroes, they came back, through hell and high water; the heroes reached for the sun, found the ideal ending they'd been searching for. They could turn back to the friends who'd they had told to trust them, that, as always, the hero was going to keep that promise. And the people who'd put their trust in the hero were always waiting, smiling, unscathed. Trust in both directions worked. One person sticking it out with a bare amount of support; that worked.

Except, in real life, nothing worked out that well. Trust wasn't going to be the safety net that was always sure and strong; and everybody seemed to be happy to link arms and jump in many cases. Though, here, a number of people knew just how shoddy the net was. That the hell and high water the heroes sloughed through wasn't going to ease up on dry land. It'd just rise back up to meet them, hell and high water managing to form up a Titan or ten.

"I need you to open the door, Zoe," he said, pushed himself against it as if more weight was going to make it give.

Knew she was on the other side, just right there, breathing in and out. Alive, and she...well, he thought she loved him; trusted him. Similar to the trust that spanned to the people near him now. Alive. And the trust that'd gone sour. Some twist in the net had given to a hole; so they fell, broken on the jagged rocks beneath the net, which, he felt, had masked the treacherous terrain beneath, a false sense of security.

"I need you," he breathed. "Come on, come on, open the door, Zoe. Yea?"

Just needed to know that trust still meant something, saved someone. Wanted to hold her close, find something living that hadn't slipped away. Erwin; he was always going to be there. His Commander would probably claw his way back up a Titan's throat just to get in a final word, tell Levi a fact, spell it out clear as day. Fuck all the rain and fog, when that judgy motherfucker stood up, told him that pride had caused Farlan and Isabel's demise.

"No," came the quiet reply.

He buckled as though the word made all the weight on his shoulders multiply. As he sunk, he turned, sat his back against the door. Felt small for the first time in six years, remembered vividly how that feeling had come to him. How he'd been streaking across rain drowned grass, the fog, prints of Titans that lead him right back to his friends.

"Open the door," he attempted, hissed it into his hands.

"Is that an order, Levi?" Wasn't even sure if it was her who said those words, but they spun round his head, sounded exactly like Farlan. His friend's laughter after it, Isabel's tiny smile, that tooth gap Farlan made fun of just enough to convince him that his leaving would be better. Because big bro always came back. Wasn't that how it worked? Until it hadn't.

Like he'd seen a hundred times over, the memory replayed, the Titan tipping in, gaping expression, trying to eat Isabel. Managed to squash her with her position against the other one, all tangled up, made the other one fall over; fucking-squashed his little sister, though he'd never embraced the notion wholly, unlike Isabel. He'd stalled, tears feeling precisely like the rain on his face. Then it'd just gotten so dark. So dark.

"Zoe," he mumbled, not trusting his voice enough to not crack if he spoke louder, "I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so sorry." He fisted his hands tight, let that one tear slip from his eye, watched it's path over the bridge of his nose. Sniffed when it slipped. "So sorry." He shook his head, dug his nails into his palm to at least bring a painful external manifestation. "I said I'd kill them all."

Her hand slipped under the door, nudged his. Levi pushed his fingers over hers, heard her shuddering breath. Understood, for some part, why she hadn't let him in; didn't think she was strong enough. Or looked strong enough to support him, and he sagged to the floor, unable to source the words to tell her he was the weak one now.

"We still can," she said.

He tightened his hold on her, tethered himself there, let Farlan's folly play behind his closed eyes, his friend's cry of disbelief as he found a mistake in his gear, tripped up his objective. For a brief moment, Flagon had shown up, but that'd done nothing good, just a lull, and more blood as the man's head disappeared. And was that really as far as they could go? That's what Farlan had shouted, watched their Squad Leader get taken up, a challenge, maybe, before the Titan reached for him. LEvi had been so fucking close, regretting that choice to leave them. Farlan saluted him, eyes clear, not really….

His good leg gave a shudder, similar to one of hers, though he found anger in place of nerves, opened his eyes. Levi squeezed her hand harder. Brought his free one up to his forehead, pressed his hair back again, as he had when he stood in front of the families of his deceased squad member. Deceased friends, accurately. Did them one last courtesy by telling their loved ones himself of their folly, as well as making sure, if nothing else, that he'd remember them.

He let his head fall forward, one leg sliding from its position. Levi slept for the first time in four days, woke up briefly to her tucking him into bed, too tired to really argue against it, even if Zoe didn't tuck. Mostly wrapped the blankets around him till he couldn't move; but the sentiment was still there. Same with her in terms of a warm body, and he dozed off again.

Her movement got him up permanently, thankfully at a regular time, and he let her walk around for a few minutes. She turned as she pushed her hair up into a ponytail, gave him a little smile as her effort failed, hair still too short. Levi took a bit of time wiggling his way out of her wrapping system, breathing hard when he finally succeeded, caught her muffled giggle.

"Seriously?"

She walked over to him, let Levi tug her down, fingers slotting between hers, got a measured kiss before he let those go. His hands pushed over her shirt, happy she wasn't in uniform. He was mulling over another notion, unsure if he could manage getting dressed and out of bed. And wash himself.

"You smell," she said, though it wasn't a strong statement, and she certainly didn't seem to put off, got closer.

For a good time he fell quiet, let his hands rove slow over her smooth skin, breathed her in, melted as well he could. Him being dirty; so he couldn't wash her clean in any sense, adding metaphors. As if he was wiping her clean with dirty hands. With these hands, he'd killed so many fucking times, managed to quiet the childlike ideal that he'd save the world with every felled monster. One day, he'd kill the right one. But for now, he couldn't save the world, and those creatures didn't always stay dead.

He pushed his face into place, forehead to the crook of her neck, thinking in simple terms 'fuck it', before he said, "I love you." Hoped she'd believe it.

"What?" Zoe bit out the word, hardly moving until he spoke.

"I just; I think, now; I need you to hear it, yea? I'm not going to lose you without telling you outright, because you're such a...reckless," he had both of his hands under her shirt, squeezing her tighter against him, digging his nails into her skin, knew she was real when she reacted to the pain, "bookworm, who managed to flip me head over heels with a bare minimum of effort. Isn't that the stupid saying?" He gave a snort of derision, but softened his voice to continue, "So there; you hear that? I love you."

"Yes. And sure that saying, is stupid, Levi," she said, back bending when he shifted her, pressed kisses to her exposed sternum, the action unconscious, listening to her. "And I love you too. Even if it's not really smart, is it?" She had her gaze on him when he raised his eyes to take her in, murmured, "just to add some insults to stand against yours."

He tipped his head up, meeting her eyes, "I'm yours."

"I know," she said, a laugh slipping out, though it soon tapered off.

Levi moved, twisted them so he was on top, no longer sitting with her on the edge. He put weight on her, pressed her into the mattress, knee sliding up to prop himself over her, pushed up her shirt until she shifted, let him push it all the way off. Her hand went around the back of his head when he pressed a kiss to her ribcage, upset they were standing out. Wondered what was causing the weight loss, but she was still here. Still here. Still his.

"Mine," he breathed, pressing his warm lips to her even warmer skin.

A hissed, "yes," reached his ears, and he really did love her. Knew he shouldn't. But he fucking did.

This; he made sure she knew that she was the only shape he'd pray to. Zoe seemed amused by that, linked her ankles behind him, drew him back down to her. Told him to focus on her, right now, and he did. Had. Didn't know what she was going on about, but if she even thought that his attention was elsewhere, she really...fuck him, she was just; so good to him.

He never dreamed he'd meet someone like her, or love someone like Zoe. Expected, when he was dealing with Hanji, he'd step further away from Zoe, just due to the name association, but no. So here he was, overheating close to her as usual. A fire, maybe, though when he related Zoe to a fire, it was due to a quiet thought; if the world was on fire she was the only one who could save him. Whimsical, but hell.

Levi pressed his face to her neck, hummed, sure he would get a laugh. Zoe met his expectation, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, maneuvering into place for a kiss, more pliant than ever as he let his hand skim up, stopped briefly by her skirt, but he did manage to move it to her lower back, easing her closer. Difficult to achieve that last idea, as he was pressed flush to her.

Per usual.

Zoe

She hadn't expected to hear the love word at any point in her life. Besides from herself, and maybe from her Nephew, but even that word needed the nudges of sweets and ridiculously expensive blankets, along with books she didn't think he should be reading. Might be considered a heretic, but, hey, like Aunt, like Nephew. If that phrase made sense.

Zoe did expect sex after the L word. But considering the idea that'd held, this idea being that she'd be halfway into a grave by the time she got a love from Levi, she'd hardly entertained that turn of events. So this, this was all something of a rush, and it wasn't entirely...going outside of the wall had shaken her, and though he'd obviously recovered enough after sleeping through a day, she was still off.

She amused herself by considering 'turned me on', then shook her head as he shifted, arm around her waist, tipping her up for a brief moment. Zoe didn't know what he was trying to do, but she followed his lead, reminded now of how fast Levi was when he was more than eager, hands everywhere as he eased her further against the headboard. When his lips left hers, she attempted to breathe, but it caught as he yanked at her skirt. Her hand came down, made to push at his shoulder; she'd gone through too many skirts and shirts when it came to him and his lovely habit of ripping them.

"If you rip this," she started, heard the tear, and glared at him. "REally?"

Zoe tried to push her hand over his face, turn him away. She had to buy new clothes; she should just fucking walk around naked near him. But that would enable him further, frankly, as well as make him assume that his birthday had came early. He'd said that once when she walked out of his room in the Military provided townhouse, the underwear she'd gone to bed in seemingly the only piece of cloth she held to her name. Wondered when he had the time to clear out the 3 drawers that held her clothes, swore they'd been in place an hour back.

"Yea," he said, lips twitching up.

She managed to get in something of an injury, though he grabbed her wrists, rolled around with her. It did lack some of the strength he usually exerted when he made to pin her down, but she assumed the battle yesterday had hurt him somehow. Zoe didn't mind, mostly because she got the lovely and infrequent place on top of him, settled there, close enough to hear the hardly audible whispers used. Got kisses frequently, though his hands were exceedingly distracting; but that's what she needed. Maybe what they both needed. She wasn't going to make assumption on Levi's part.

Levi didn't show anything beside the already presented lack of emotion most times. Even after kisses, in the beginning, he refused to melt as she did, keeping the dynamic present (which still held prevalent between them now) that he was going to be the one to lean on. In general, be better than her, stronger than her. Then, he had copious amounts of charisma, along with a cool confidence in his abilities. Pride stopped him, hindered his ability to bend to any other opinion; and Levi had told her pride was the reason he'd lost Farlan and Isabel. Wondered when he had came to terms with that, thought it had gone hand in hand with him going after her, rather than sitting back with the knowledge she'd come back for him.

The words stalled briefly in her throat, but Zoe managed, "Love you." foolish thing to do. She'd been so eager to take her own advice, learn to be a wiser fool, but she decided to travel her normal route.

He hummed low in response. Which was just enough for her.

Seems like, street lights, glowin'; happen to be just like moments, passin, in front of me so I hopped in, the cab and, I paid my fare; see I know my destination, but I'm just not there. Life's just not fair.

LEVI | 844

Levi's finger tapped slow on the bar, gazed off in a direction that was something of an attempt to hide what he was preoccupied with. Farlan was snapping next to him, doing a very odd slide out every time one of the women in the group of singers took lead, mouthing along with the repetitive song. Eventually, Levi let his free hand swing and slap his friend on the chest with the back of his hand, focusing on Zoe, rather than Farlan in his peripheral with his constant wiggling.

Despite this injury, Farlan started again as soon as he assumed that Levi wasn't looking at him. When Farlan caught an odd look, he pointed at the person, usually (always) female, continued with extra zeal and usually (always) got a laugh and blush from the opposite sex. Levi finally pressed his hand into a slightly curved shape, and pressed it into place, effectively blocking Farlan from view.

She'd went out in that dress not because, he thought, she wanted men to talk to her. Just knew they'd be watching her, and fuck, she was putting a strain on his person in a number of different ways. Zoe set her chin on her hand, listening to the female across to her. Midi; that was her name. Maybe. He didn't really waste his time talking to anyone outside Farlan and Isabel, and he was still fairly short when it came to Zoe.

Besides, they'd only slept together, what? Fifteen times. So this, him staring close to her person, wasn't a good look. Especially due to the fact that he wasn't supposed to be pining over this girl. In no sense of the word; but here he was, watching her from his position across the room, lanterns spotted everywhere, making this bar a brighter one in the radius of the Scout Regiment's headquarters.

"Why are they dancing?" Levi finally gritted out, slapping his hand down, cutting off Farlan's path to his alcohol, the taller boy making a hardly suffocated squeak.

"Because that's what girls do," his friend said, trying to guide his drink around Levi's hand. "Generally. And she's not dancing."

"Look again."

Farlan did, due to the unyielding hold Levi had on his drink, and therefore the money Farlan had stolen, safe in someone's pockets now. His friend nodded, watched for a bit longer than necessary, the group of girls including all the ones he placed in the top four best looking females in the vicinity they now occupied. This included, in order, Lei, Tara, Zoe, and Bella. Levi, now, was conveniently ignoring this ranking and the ridiculous amount of cycling the last three names did; sometimes Zoe would be second, then Bella; back to Tara. So, he didn't take it seriously.

Also because, and he was going to evaluate this emotion once he was able to think clearly, without jealousy casting a pall over him, that she was the only one he had eyes for. Didn't know what it was; he'd looked at the 'top four' before official partnerships were enforced. Now, he was staring over her head in a sad attempt to dissuade anyone's thoughts that he was focused on a person.

Had to be the sex. Or the image of her out of breath at the end of a run.

He pushed out of his chair, avoided the second female who'd gotten the guts up to talk to him (not an easy feat, and he'd been nice, in the sense that he didn't talk to them) to the side, and walked up to her. Thought the easy sway to the rhythmic, brass instrument ridden band was just...terrible. Zoe gave a reflexive jump when she caught sight of him walking towards her, stepped back when he moved in closer, though she didn't take any further attempts to move from him.

"Levi?"

He reached, plucked the edge of her dress discreetly, making sure than his original direction had been correct, that they were now in the shadows. She stood there, kept her eyebrow neatly raised as he searched for words that would excuse his rapid movement towards her. Ones that could help guide himself around muddled emotions.

"Who are you here with?"

"Um, Midi." she tucked a loose strand of hair over her ear, dropped her eyes away from his, the tiny smile slipping from her mouth easily.

He nodded, studied his knuckles, the scratch he'd received from a branch similar to the ones her nails could leave on him. "You," he didn't know why something in his throat caught, but he cleared it, fisting his hand tighter, "want to leave them here? Considering that you don't seem to be talking, more listening."

"I'm being social, Levi."

"No you're not."

"You can't always get your way, you know?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest, though it didn't give any extra effect to her slim build.

"I know."

"So, you should accept my statement; I'm not going to go with you."

Levi kept his expression stable, though he couldn't stop his eyebrow from ticking up.

"Don't give me that eyebrow," she said, another smile touching at her lips, making herself laugh as always, and it was some combination of the two that was managing to make his normal ease of detachment in relationships a good deal less 'easy'. "I'm here to look cute, so," she let her arms uncross, swinging them to and fro as she rocked up on her toes, "you're out of luck. I'm going to use Midi's, 'you can't do nothin' for me.'. Even if that's kind of rude. I'm sorry."

"You know I could give a shit whether it's rude or not. There's no need to tiptoe around me, Zoe.."

"Not everyone is as mean as you, Levi."

"Look; I'll just leave if you don't want to do anything."

"That's up to you. I guess, maybe later. But, I really do think being social would help my standing in terms of leadership, I need to work on that. What if I go down a rank?" this was more a question for herself, and Zoe answered it with a shiver. "So, I'm going to go over there," she pointed past him, voice trembling with the normal amount of nerves, tripped over her own two feet as she attempted to navigate politely through the crowd of people, which wasn't a good strategy at all.

He scoffed, tipped as she walked past him, didn't twist his torso, just looked over his shoulder. Gorgeous. Even when she was restricting sexual activity.

Levi watched her sit again, made herself smaller as another man slid on the bench, tugging Lei with him, ignoring Zoe. He shifted, lips turning down, thinking that she shouldn't be shrinking herself, because despite the lack of allotted hours together, Levi knew she was better than most of these people. She dealt with his shit, so he was employing a couple of assumptions of his own.

He caught her again, later at night, and hoped she'd sufficiently been 'social' enough to now throw that out, be happy to entertain him instead. She was, once they'd made good distance from the bar. That decision to pick a good distance had been his idea, as Zoe wanted to go all the way back to the barracks, and was still trying to assert this wish. How cute.

"Cutest thing, aren't you?" he said, knowing he was coming across as mocking, tapping a finger just once under her chin, tilted up enough for him to kiss her. "You can't always get what you want."

Levi hoisted her into position, keeping a hand on one of her legs, guiding her limb into proper place, knew she'd do the same. He ducked his head, fought to get rid of the dress in some manner. He'd found the stitching that held it to her frame when she shifted, effectively shutting his progress down.

"Am I?" she asked, broke his concentration per usual.

"What?" He almost sighed, hips stuttering for a brief moment.

"Pretty."

"I'm fucking you, aren't I?" His response was terse, blunt, as coarse as usual.

And, because he was experiencing some repetition, 'as usual', she shrugged it off. He wondered who'd matched his general behavior patterns(fussy and high-strung), and gave her the ability, after a number of years, to let comments bounce off. Or maybe she was good at pretending they were deflected; he didn't know. Nor did he want to think about her.

850 | Present | Zoe

She held out her hand, standing in front of the tailor, respective to, at least, the Scout Regiment. Not free, of course, and that skirt had been one of her nicer white ones, so he owed her. It even had lace edging, and Zoe quite liked that feature, though it might've had some share of fault in the ease of tearing. He placed money in her hand, resting out of the sun, finding the shadows.

The skirt issue done, they moved on, walking down a hardly traveled trail. Quiet reigned, and she realized she needed this walk. With someone who knew the loss to be experienced beyond the wall was unavoidable. Zoe thought she'd sag under the knowledge, face a harsher reality, knew she'd tried to skirt it, but she accepted the fact now. Wondered if Levi felt the same kind of weight.

Abruptly, her leg gave out, and panic shot through her, mind taking the tangent and running with it, like always. Listed the strife she'd face if her athletic abilities failed her. They'd find someone else who was as smart and as gifted as she was, without the ticks that robbed from those gifts. Someone would be better than her. Though she did strive to make sure that would never happen, Levi had prescribed against it. But he didn't understand what it was like to be female, and lacking some of the natural abilities he did in the battlefield.

He put out a hand, and she allowed him to pull her to her feet, his eyes flicking to her legs, then her back, turning her about once, ignoring the little protests she'd made, checking over her. She laughed when he gave a sigh, sounding too tired for his age, but she often did something similar, so. Zoe cupped her hands around his face, kissing him and holding him to her as long as she could, hand dragging up into his hair, losing a bit of finesse between the two of them. Right now, this was easier than speaking, dulling out words and voices she'd never hear again.

She pulled away, and he leaned in to nip at her lips, pressing himself close, because despite it all, there was a nice dynamic in being pressed close to another warm body. Levi touched his forehead to hers and she linked her hands behind his head. He breathed heavy, held her tighter. Zoe did recall, when near him, that she wasn't alone. It always was nice to finally lose the prevalent feeling.

"I think my detachment idea worked before this. You," she huffed, felt his chest heave in a short laugh. She'd been very good at employing her mother's ladylike teachings and general congeniality alongside the polar opposite emotional severing she'd took part in. "But I...I think knowing them, and missing them for just that reason is worth," the hollowed space, maybe. "the off-kilter response, but I…"

"Their deaths-just, it was-bordering on- I was supposed to take care of them," he muttered.

"No, you weren't," she opened her eyes to his. "Same with me. I knew what I was doing; they made the choice. Their choice, their sacrifice."

"You didn't see them," He said, dropping his gaze, eyes veritably shuttering over,"What the-"

"monster," she cut in, gripping his hair tight in her hand, remembering the twisted limbs, blood dripping from the leaves. She barely ground out, "any other fucking title is too good." Zoe wanted to do something more, and the anger she'd felt before seeing the folly his Squad had suffered didn't even scrape at what simmered inside her now.

"what the monster did to them," he continued, tongue passing quick over his lips. "Gunther, he was cut down- I had to cut him down; she'd allowed him to break his neck, hacked a wire, and let him swing. And Erd? bitten in half, Zoe. Auruo wasn't in any better shape, his face was still screwed up, I- Petra, fuck, she was a perfect dynamic, didn't really know if she'd fit, but damn, she could fight. They were all good fighters, and better people than I've ever had the chance to be." He kept his eyes on hers. "Smashed against the base of a trunk. Eyes still open. All of them had their eyes open. I never get used to it; and I wished I was heartless as some make me out to be, because I'd love the route of not feeling shit. For all of it, I'm a good man."

She nodded, whispering his name, got hers in return, pressing her face in his chest, tucking her chin slightly. He held her tighter, and she shifted her arms, holding him to her, arms a bit oddly stationed, but he didn't seem to mind at all. Zoe was fairly happy he wasn't claiming it silly, like she thought he would.

"You were injured, weren't you?" she mumbled, feeling the difference in the way he held himself.

He scoffed. "Yes. Fuckers never listen to me."

"Does it hurt?"

"Zoe, injuries usually hurt."

"Don't be an ass."

"We need to get back."

"Yea. Okay."

She pulled away reluctantly, surprised when he caught her hand, walking ahead of her, putting barely any weight on his left leg. Zoe moved so he could rest his weight on her, and he glared, muttering briefly to himself, before he allowed her to help him.

"Maybe you should lay off the rough sex, hmm?"

Levi leaned in, kissing her rather publically, his weight on her still. "No," he said, as soon as he pulled back. "I can still make you scream."

"Just what every girl wants to hear."

They assumed the identity of the Female Titan to be Annie. Zoe had seen her earlier that day, among some of the new recruits in the East City. Her gut twisted, and she stared down at the table, foot set directly next to Levi's raising her eyes just enough to watch the two new Scout REgiment recruits give their thoughts, backing up evidence, leaving her at loss.

"If I'd been back at Office," she breathed, then shook her head. "So what do you need me for? You could've told me this in Wall Sina." Not drag her back here, though the trip had been far more

"MAking sure Jean's appearance isn't checked," Erwin said.

Zoe's lips twitched slightly, "I'm sorry, but the Military Police don't do checking. Our legendary lack of effort may be true."

"Maybe you should attempt to stop corruption?" Eren said, naivete absolutely thrilling. She'd thought like that. But, she wasn't brave. Cowardice promoted her, she knew, and one day, she might disintegrate under that weight.

She dragged her eyes to him, pursing her lips to give him a frank look. "Sadly, I've been away for a month, and while I can normally tone down the amount of shit my superiors do, Nule is very, very, very, very bad at doing this while me, the moral police, is absent. Also," she pointed down at her legs. "Injuries, helping you. And, I have to say, we're often caught in the revolving doors of merchants, meaning, that while I can tie up snakes, they are practiced enough to figure a way out. So. I'll clear as many citizens as possible," Zoe summed up, legs still sore. "But, if this doesn't go well, I'm going to," her voice threatened to crack further, "they'll demote me. Or worse. I just-I've worked for this position. Maybe not in the best ways, but-" she waved her hand, cut herself off.

They looked at her, obviously thinking that she'd continue, but Zoe dropped her gaze, chewing harshly at her bottom lip, moving her hands to her lap to twist them. Her mother really had been looking out for her safety. Zoe could've stayed where she was, had a life the woman would be proud of; instead, here she was, chasing things she believed her mother had never thought of.

And I thought the world would revolve; I thought the world would revolve without us. But nothing I know could slow us down; they couldn't slow us down. I thought I could live without you; hey, hey. 'Cause nothing I know can break us down; they can't break us down. And just like you I can't be scared. And just like you I hope I'm spared. But it's tough love; I know you feel it in the air. Even the babies know it's there. (..)The laws of the world tell us what goes sky; and what falls. It's a super power. The laws of the world never stopped us once. Cause together we got plenty super power