I'm shooting for the stars to hit the moon

Mapping out a course for both my shoes

I've already practiced acting like there's nothing to it.

Try to hold the world together in my mind

Try to make it snow in mid-July

Try to prove my hear is worth the blood that's pumping through it

Praying like a child on Christmas Eve

Father won't you raise the son early'

If you do this one last thing for me I'll be your soldier

And it takes you by surprise, like a rebel tide

Like lightning from the sky has been searching for you

And it splits you like a knife, the moment that it strikes

When you realize that death was looking for you.

I try to keep my hopes above my doubts

Try to keep my thoughts above my mouth

I feel like a satellite just dying to leave my orbit

I take another shot at faking love

Miss it by a mile and then some

My insides are thirsty for whatever drink you're pouring

Praying like a child Christmas Eve

Father won't you raise the son early'

I ask an awful lot of both my knees just waiting for you.

And it takes you by surprise, like a rebel tide

Like lightning from the sky has been searching for you

And it splits you like a knife, the moment that it strikes

When you realize that death was looking for you.