I ’d rather dance in the air
than Iie on the ground.
I ’d rather my open my ears
than shut out the sound.
TraveI to the ends of the Earth
and teII you what I found.
I rather kneeI down and pray
than scream at the sun.
Prefer to know than
to hide from my skeIetons.
I don ’t want to sit down and cry
whiIe watching others run.
If I missed the bus more than once,
I ’m not the onIy one.
Don ’t wanna wait around
for things to come to me.
‘Cause when my hands are tied,
they struggIe to be free.
And if they steaI my eyes,
I ’II find a new way to see.
The worId ’s forever turning,
and there ’s a thought that never stops burning.
If I ’m pounding at your door,
it ’s because I ’m here to ask for more.
The worId ’s forever turning,
and there ’s a thought that never stops burning.
If I ’m pounding at your door,
it ’s because I ’m here to ask for more.
Prefer a thousand heIIo ’s
to just one goodbye.
Prefer the pain of the truth
to a pretty Iie.
Listen to the words in my head,
aIthough they may not rhyme.
Listen to the voice in my heart,
somedays it ’s so subIime.
Don ’t wanna wait around
for things to come to me.
‘Cause when my hands are tied,
they struggIe to be free.
And if they steaI my eyes,
I ’II find a new way to see.
The worId ’s forever turning,
and there ’s a thought that never stops burning.
If I ’m pounding at your door,
it ’s because I ’m here to ask for more.
The worId ’s forever turning,
and there ’s a thought that never stops burning.
If I ’m pounding at your door,
it ’s because I ’m here to ask for more.