There is no hidden treasure
so what are we waiting for
there is no pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow

I wanna be custom made
reborn then wildly contained
then released a legend by name
no remorse, no restrains

finalize and evaluate
how do you measure pure hate
how do you reason with that
which law, rule or paragraph

it’s getting cold and we are hiding in the rain
it’s getting dark and we’re awaiting that spark
so I can face your eyes, again

consider then deliver
await your time to be brave
reborn with fresh beliefs
cutting corners to rest as thieves

running of with the key in your hand
trying to escape those demands
of to a switchblade serenade
none of us are really born afraid

it’s getting cold and we are hiding in the rain
it’s getting dark and we’re awaiting that spark
so I can face your eyes, again
I wanna face, your eyes, again