Lyric

With a shoulder full of dreams,too many to hold

And hands nearly spilling over with anxietyI'm tossed about

Yet,with a few drops of hope as my compass

It's before the down,the sun hasn't risen

And a wild wind tears through the dark

What tangles my stepping feet?

Is it the long,overgrown thicket,or the lingering scent of regret?

They call it the recklessness of youth,to be unafraid and allowed to dream

They call it the ignorance of youth,this will that still won't break

This conviction that still won't bend

The very sight that people envy-I'lI make it bloom! A giant,three-foot fireball in the pitch black!

A giant,three-foot

Fireball in the pitch black!

With a shoulder full of dreams,too many to hold

And hands nearly spilling over with anxietyI'm tossed about

Yet,with a few drops of hope as my compass

They call it the recklessness of youth,to be unafraid and allowed to dream

They call it the ignorance of youth,this will that still won't break

This conviction that still won't bend

The very sight that people envy-I'lI make it bloom! A giant,three-foot fireball in the pitch black!