Things will start and things will end
Doesn’t mean you need to worry
Pick up a pencil, draw a line
Between the places where it’s buried
To make sure that I will find how I got here
To believe in where I’m going
Take all the pieces, fill my chest
And bear this treasure ever glowing
Things will start and things will end
Doesn’t mean you need to worry
Pick up a pencil, draw a line
Between the places where it’s buried
To make sure that I will find how I got here
To believe in where I’m going
Take all the pieces, fill my chest
And bear this treasure ever glowing
