Serenade

There is no hidden treasure So what are we waiting for There is no pot of gold At the end of the rainbow I wanna be custom made Reborn then wildly contained Then released a legend by name No remorse, no restrains Finalize and evaluate How do you measure pure hate How do you reason with that Which law, rule or paragraph It's getting cold and we are hiding in the rain It's getting dark and we're awaiting that spark So I can face your eyes, again Consider then deliver Await your time to be brave Reborn with fresh beliefs Cutting corners to rest as thieves Running of with the key in your hand Trying to escape those demands Of to a switchblade serenade None of us are really born afraid It's getting cold and we are hiding in the rain It's getting dark and we're awaiting that spark So I can face your eyes, again I wanna face, your eyes, again