Here we are, watch the sparks that makes the flame
A face we know by many other names
The equation broken down so easily
We must poise ourselves so patientlyIt's the apple, it's the apple of my eye
That sends a trail of shivers speeding down my spineThere's a maker, there's a maker on the ball
There's a faker who expects it all
Pick a passion, pick a passion to believe
There's an eye that sees it happeningIt's the hit, it's the hit that knocks the wind right out of me
Catch my, catch my breathI start salivating in anticipation
Ask me if I'm happy just to have a chance
At following your lead, yes, indeedSeeing through the eyes of
A king who is on his throne and
Seeing thorough the eyes of
The king who is on his throne andI start salivating in anticipation
Ask me if I'm happy just to have a chance at following
And each and every one of us
Who's ever had to feel it from afar, here we are