This punk knows he wants to tell,
But tell her the truth? He will not...

Say it again.
Listen to how it sounds...

As we walk down the road of life
we think...

I'm bored.
When I wake up in the morning...

Always causing pain,
Beside the table of lost hope...

He's always looking,
Around and around...

Looking through the eyes of a looking glass.
I'm turning away from all I know...

The sacred words spoken
-hands on - hands off...

When the faerie castle crumbles,
The clouds drained of the clear illuminations...

The glory that comes with friendship,
Can never be lost...

Dance so lightly,
With the faeries beneath your feet...

If a person is meant to be a way,
But when they do...