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
