She freezes me with her saphire eyes that sould rarely contain fire
What will you do with your life now?
Turn to my shoes and you ask how far-fetched a dream forms a fantasy
Slipping away like the life in me

This town is building a dungeon that I could never escape
With failure making the mortar these circumstances are chains

Relight the candle: My outlook changes are made deep in my book
What will you do at the cross roads
Take every road but hte way home
Consequently I can't go back now
Everything I own is in my hands now

This town is building a dungeon
But I have planned an escape
Success is breaking the mortar
These circumstances can wait