We are standing there, our eyes to the wind
As the crosswalk counts down, and we are waiting to begin
We hold the inadvertent weapons of incompleted thoughts
And chase down the monsters with our eyes as pitchforks
I could swallow you like a pill
Hold the armies back at will
There is no wrong that you could do
We're made... made of love
We came ... came from love
We hold it in our arms, held among the stars
From the tree it starts -- the seed in every heart
I could swallow you like a pill
Hold the armies back at will
There is no wrong that you could do
Floating like a paper plane
Time is just a game
And all of us are merely players
There is no wrong that you could do
No wrong that you could do
No wrong that you could do
