So pale and innocent, yet it has me at point blank This piece of paper, as I'm pacing here around the room I'm waiting for a spark of fire, but I stall and take my time Cause the pen is in my hand this afternoon
From the nothing before me to the something within me I can do anything, so dare me and I'll take it from there
Scribble me this and I'll doodle you that Baby steps forward and giant steps back I may not be ready, but you can bet that I will try Give me a clean page I'll fill it in I might be a beautiful mess within But I'm leaving my mark And there's no turning back the time This is just the sum of my design
There's something about the snow, though flawless and pure, I know It's just begging to be messed with, asking for an imprint, maybe Cause winter is funny like that, so I'll start with a snowman's hat But you can bet my prints will end up all over you baby
From the nothing before us to the something within us we can do anything, so try me and we'll take it from there
I could steer clear of life and bits thereof Cause dreamin's so much harder when you fall But only the curious have something to find, so I'd rather be more than just a great white hope