There must be something in the way, You walk
That makes em drool the way they do
Across the world within a year now, But so alone
You wish to take a piece with you
And when the moon sits on the hill
You wish you both could make it real
And form a light
Your torch is lit
Now don't sit still
Use every muscle you could feel
And form a light
You wanted something like a magnet, on high volt
Or any means to keep 'em close
Sometimes in life just like a movie, Dead on
You think they edited it wrong
And when the moon sits on the hill, you wish you both could make it real and form a light
Your torch is lit now don't sit still
Use every muscle you could feel
And form a light