My heart is pumping For one reason. Maybe it's my imagination, But it's true. It's all in your hands. I no longer Have this on my shoulders.
Oh no, It must be something I said. Love is another word for regret. You know, It must be part of my plan. It's never too late to understand.
And I Wanted it to be Something more than Just another run-around for me. And I Even though I'm glad That I'm finally free. All that's left for my life Is now up to me.
And I Walk around for days And I Only see you in my dreams.