Now you're clutching the tattered remains of what we left behind, what we let go. We're not just hanging on, we've found new rope. We're not just holding on; what we have we'll hold inside. You have to chase the feeling, find your passion, and burn the last good reason that kept you outside yourself. You're so afraid to betray what we built; the changing tides have washed your castle away. Don't let the magic fade. Don't lose the sparkle in your eye. Burn the last good reason that kept you outside yourself.
Lyrics submitted by forsurer