Recovering from the fear.
Skip a line from the page.
March in time with my feet on tight.

Stepping up, blurry eyed.

Recovering from the fear.
With a blast of the sun.
March in time with my feet untied.

Stepping up, blurry eyed.

And it's not a mistake.
I'd spend it with you.

When the crash in my world was brought back so soon.

Stepping up, blurry eyed