A flight is a terrible thing to wasteI look on in awe as the cycle beginsA friend is a hideous kite to chaseI watch him skydiving, thank God for my aimIn an enemy terrain, a career of chanceHis voice was a live thing, a lie in a curbWaiting for the bus to ride onto the sidewalkScaring pedestrian strangers awayLeaving officials to sweep up the gossipRevealing the weakness of someone so boldI look on in awe as the cycle beginsAn inside box of an uncertain candyA prize you don't deserve awaits like a stingI believe in the curse of having too much moonlightTo notice when the water is coming your wayAnd something is burning the roof of your mouthHeaven is burning the roof of your mouthA flight is a terrible thing to wasteI look on in awe as the cycle beginsA friend is a hideous kite to chaseI watch him skydiving, thank God for my aimIn an enemy terrain, a career of chanceHis voice was a live thing, a lie in a curbWaiting for the bus to ride onto the sidewalkScaring pedestrian strangers awayLeaving officials to sweep up the gossipRevealing the weakness of someone so boldAn inside box of an uncertain candyA prize you don't deserve awaits like a stingI believe in the curse of having too much moonlightTo notice when the water is coming your wayAnd something is burning the roof of your mouthHeaven is burningIn truth has apparently nothing to offerExcept your black magic and cruelest detachmentThe curse of having too much moonlightThe kind we developStalling for distanceSummoning every last inch of glacierWe can muster to drop in the cauldron of whyAs the last chance to listen is passing us byWith the grace of an arrowPiercing blood-red skyUn seams on the forest Woah, woah-oh well, woah-oh-ohAh, oh o' heartどもBaby you really gotta feelYour��� statisticsLove youryou