My daddy always told me not to wish away time
Whenever we said we couldn't wait till Christmas
Or even our favourite show to come on to television

I feel stories the way a dragon breathes fire
It's magic and it's dangerous, but it's actually real
There are sparks shooting from my fingertips,
Maybe even getting into peoples' heads
I want to show you all of the beautiful things I've seen
The incredible storm you can't hear out your window;
It's everywhere I look and I can feel it
I'm trying to catch light and give it to you before it fades away
My memories are bending over backwards to run away
I'm tripping over myself to put them on display

My daddy always told me not to wish away time
I'm not wishing it away anymore
I'm begging it to stop.