I don't wanna be the one who rides flame. I don't know her name. And I don't wanna go where the seekers all go. I don't wanna know. You can feel anything you wanna feel.
The lion shall roar. We'll walk through that door. Do it all. We say it with pride. The lion shall roar in the sun. Light up my eyes. A feeling that can't be denied.
We could talk for hours and we do about nothing. And avoid talking about anything that could 'cause us problems. But we couldn't ignore and have to talk about, to sort something out.
Bruised she feels, insecure and jilted. Like a thief he tried to steel her soul. Slyer than his easy smile. He tried to use her for a while. Underneath she's empty as a whole.