| One day the spark will run me | |
| I found balance inside my mother's hands | |
| Head on the couch and holding a weight heavy | |
| A dove of St. Helens' ash | |
| Poise and the queen homecoming | |
| loved like each story that ends | |
| with \"there, there don't feel down\" | |
| But I'll never forget what's made me | |
| I want every memory, let them come | |
| But somewhere back on the way I got busy | |
| and mislabeled our hours as limitless dust in the distance | |
| I formally wanted to say | |
| how I've missed you lately | |
| No, I can't figure it out | |
| if only now | |
| It has to work | |
| I can make it right; I can recreate all that it was | |
| Oh, it has to work | |
| It'll last for life; a delicate commanding cause | |
| Oh, it has to work | |
| with arms aligned stay the sun, hold up the sky | |
| Oh, it has to work | |
| Oh, it'll have to work or into a thousand fragments burst, burst, burst | |
| Soft light, your eyes are heavy | |
| Close them tight | |
| It's paradise | |
| The dream then it can come easy | |
| It's all you need |
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