Something keeps me hesitating Although I’ve been waiting, waiting Waiting for the open door
To show me that it leads to something more Untouched party invitations Smoke and mirror decorations Is there cause for celebrating As I stand here waiting, waiting?
All your dreams are products of smoke machines (Unclear) All the doors you walk through you’ve closed before (No hesitating now) Destiny: Nothing more than an open door (Walk through) Move your feet, your steps make a new beat And you are dancing now
Time slips by The mirror’s shine will fade But you will grow to be the shine inside The smoke can’t hide the spirit wanting you to set it free
Once I was a fading child I’d disappear more every year Till I could see through my skin But lost sight of where I begin
