Recovering from the fear.
Skip a line from the page.
March in time with my feet on tight.
Stepping up, blurry eyed.
Recovering from the fear.
With a blast of the sun.
March in time with my feet untied.
Stepping up, blurry eyed.
And it's not a mistake.
I'd spend it with you.
When the crash in my world was brought back so soon.
Stepping up, blurry eyed
