Here we are, watch the sparks that makes the flame

A face we know by many other names

The equation broken down so easily

We must poise ourselves so patiently



It's the apple, it's the apple of my eye

That sends a trail of shivers speeding down my spine



There's a maker, there's a maker on the ball

There's a faker who expects it all

Pick a passion, pick a passion to believe

There's an eye that sees it happening



It's the hit, it's the hit that knocks the wind right out of me

Catch my, catch my breath



I start salivating in anticipation

Ask me if I'm happy just to have a chance

At following your lead, yes, indeed



Seeing through the eyes of

A king who is on his throne and

Seeing thorough the eyes of

The king who is on his throne and



I start salivating in anticipation

Ask me if I'm happy just to have a chance at following

And each and every one of us

Who's ever had to feel it from afar, here we are