Touch of the hand, turns you around
18 days is enough to say those words
That cut through their mind
Spilling forth those trembling lines

Washed under the core fate
Designed to chase and play
For hours and hours
We toss and turn
unaware of it all

And we smile and smile
for what seems awhile
And we Dance and spin,
And shouting our lines
Just because we know
It will all be fine

Leaves of green fall in line
Tumbling down as we shout our minds
Resist and play, our intentions still vague
For days and days, we sleep and pray
With ever hour spilling forth our hearts

Washing over tested fates
Hands clasped tightly
For weeks and days
Still awake through all the pain
Smiles creeping in
Like new found plan

The worst is over so lets take over
Our lives and make it stand
For years and days
We can make this work
And we will all be fine
And I'll be fine