• Verse 1:
    Against her words
    Like rabbits through the trees
    Our motives heard
    And so we hide ourselves

    Against the norm
    Taking flight instead of ground
    The quiet storm
    Is music to our ears

    Pre-Chorus:
    A form of discovery
    Our identity has been found
    Our first priority
    Is to go, is to go

    Chorus:
    If the sky is the limit
    Then why can’t my wings reach it?
    If the earth is my home
    Why must I hide?
    If the trees heard our whispers
    Would they repeat it?
    Or am I just paranoid
    With the confusion inside

    Verse 2:
    Straight past the guards
    Their nets still in hand
    They hold the cards
    Yet we’re smarter then we look

    Against the grain
    A little bit further to heaven
    The vacant plain
    Is the final stretch for us