I see a world that's tired and scared of living on the edge too long. All we're doing is pissing on a fuse that's burning.
Nothing's as painful as the cost.
In your eyes I see that perfect world, I hope that doesn't sound too weird. One day you'll be walking fine, the next day lightning hits you from behind. And I wonder just into who's dream did who walk. You move across my mind like the dance of the northern lights. The harder it comes.