The hardest part is the start
when you're unsure
as you stare into their eyes
are their feelings pure
are their intentions honest and clear

what kind of bed do your words rest on?
am I just another life to be led on
another soul to be fed on
another heart to be stepped on
which side of the scale will we ride on

it's hard to question the good
it's hard to expect the bad
it's hard to give up on the past
it's hard to wonder if this sweet feeling will last

I think I'm ready to heal
I think I'm ready to feel your words
I think I'm ready to heal
I think I'm ready to open you up to my world

So here's your ticket
Fly in, fly in, fly in
don't you dare make me regret it