Do people really do it? Do they just find love?
Or does it seem to follow them around.
Afraid I really blew it, kept the door pulled shut.
I can't unearth what I will not let out. I won't let out.
This is me lighting up, I let myself go.
The hatching of romance needs a fair chance to grow.
I'd say loves been hiding, but that's not quite true.
May have seen a glimmer cross my eye.
More like loves been waiting for my change of view.
Blooms will swell towards sunlight to survive.
This is me lighting up, I let myself go.
The hatching of romance needs a fair chance to grow.
I backed myself into a corner,
Oh but sometimes corners can be like that
Oh but the magic isn't over,
I just have to let it come back, come back.
This is me lighting up, I let myself go.
The hatching of romance needs a fair chance to grow.
