Everyone likes the prospect
Everyone likes the prospect of something new
Everyone likes the prospect
Everyone likes the prospect of something new
Something new like you
Make me a fool
Everyone has darkness from their past
In a wooden chest locked away
Everyone has darkness from their past
In a wooden chest locked away
You could be my spark
Put the stars back in their place
Everyone's felt the morning
With the sky bleached white and cold breath you can't escape
Everyone's felt the morning
With the sky bleached white and cold breath you can't escape
You could be my coat
First thing I hold when I'm awake
And everyone has to answer to another
Who seeks no truth but the truth they make
Everyone has to answer to another
Who seeks no truth but the truth they make
You could be my porch
Where honesty can't hide away
Would you be my porch?
Where honesty can't hide away
