The feeling's racing by, it's a sign, this metaphor 
defies. 
We're individuals, in a stereotype. 
The words can't complete just what the picture means 
And every second passing is a second I would freeze. 

There's a reason why I'll try, 
Search the deserts and the skies til I die. 
And now I know what money cannot buy 
I'll bleed the oceans dry for one night. 

The deserts and the skies, and the light, 
The songs I'll never write are lost on my tongue, they 
are burning my lungs. 
But these cards cannot read just what the future sees 
And I could never sing a note so perfect as this melody. 

There's a reason why I'll try, 
Search the deserts and the skies til I die. 
And now I know what money cannot buy 
I'll bleed the oceans dry for one night. 

She opened up my eyesÂ…