The rise and fall of one life in a passing phrase. They`ve tried to sum it up but they`ve always failed. Never look down on experience you`ve gained. Torn photographs, still the picture remains, because I think and so therefore I am. Start to rebuild, write my own master plan. When we just don`t know who`ll save the day, waiting for someone to take us away. And those shades that once seemed oh so clear, three words dropped like stone settled dust re-appears. So lets take the plunge, we`ll start today. Everyone seems to step out of the way.
Everyone seems to step back from my life, first sign of strife. Clawed to shade just cause to save, they`ll decline, Firing Line.
The world you see is the world I want, and all the mistakes are the frames we`ll cut. New energy was taken up, the fingers were pointed, it just fell off. Stole it then pointed it North, the only way we`re going is up. Stole it then pointed North for what?
Started out great then her eyes fell to shade got to buy some more time then the light hid it`s rays.