Verse 1: I want this so bad that, my eyes turn into weapons, and shoot down the one I love. It wasn`t planned to kill, it was to capture not to steal, but with no love in return, I guess that makes me a thief.
Chours: This day is legal in every wing but, The dream has not yet awakened, And therefore your impatience remains a sin. This flight is legal since I've know but, Faith was not born yesterday.
Verse 2: I desire your simple nature, The trees that guide the season, And hold autumns hand like a infant. It was always contained to spill, It was to hide and not reveal but, With one chance in the balance I know it makes me stronger.