|
We're a ship without a storm
The cold without the warm
Light inside the darkness that it needs
We're a laugh without a tear
The hope without the fear
We are coming home
We're off to the witch
We may never, never, never come home
But the magic that we feel is worth a lifetime
We're all born upon the cross
We're the throw before the toss
You can release yourself
But the only way is down
We don't come alone
We are fire, we are stone
With a hand that writes then quickly moves away
We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
We're the last in line
Two eyes from the east
It's the angel or the beast
And the answer lies between the good and bad
We search for the truth
We could die upon the tooth
But the thrill of just the chase is worth the pain
We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
We're the last in line
We're off to the witch
We may never, never, never come home
But the magic that we feel is worth a lifetime
We're all born upon the cross
We're the throw before the toss
You can release yourself
But the only way to go is down
We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
We're the last in line
|
|
