maybe not being understood
is the reason we keep trying to understand;
after all,
we can't get back up
if we don't learn how to fall.

dust off your shoes
lets leave this town,
holding hands-
finding ourselves
lost in these daydreams.
dust off your shoes
we're leaving this town-
they won't even notice
that we're not around.
they'll be busy looking down-
and we'll be bouncin' from cloud to cloud
celebrating our daydreams.

on wings of light-
we fly.
without the need of getting high,
laughing at others as they float on by-
this is me-
when thinking about you-
about us,
together we can learn to trust
the new found freedom of flight
on the wings of light
and the downs that come before it.
lets fly.

Think
the over thinking
Like
wanting a drink that you're already drinking
Like
wanting to swim when you're already sinking
So easy to think the over thinking
a concoction of daydreams
you hate to be drinking
While
you're already busy believing your sinking
and your foots on solid ground.
So easy to think the over thinking
leaving
your future on the brink of brinking
And
you haven't done a thing cause
you're too busy thinking.
So easy to think the over thinking -
The only reason that your really sinking
in a world that may be okay.

The only mistake you've ever made
is thinking that one mistake
will make you.

I'm checking out,
Check,
Checking out of this moment-
I'm packing my bags of *******,
Carefully crafting excuses,
Folding up regretful parts of my past
and running.

Let me find creativity in your finger tips,
Press them against my skin
until the inspiration we need
to create a masterpiece
is found.

It's the art of not speaking-
making ways
without the words...
getting lost in the feelings.

it's a world where people talk to much
acting careless over things that matter,
caring too much about things that don't.
but inside there's a world
waiting to be touched.

Let me master your masterpiece-
the creativity that's found in your finger tips.