Were Flying/ Music Box

She's finding the light
the hard way
He's dying to find
what he just can't ever seem to place
and were all trying to fight it out
and were all flying to the spout

We need it,
its life it is air
hit the ceiling
with not a moment to spare
were all flying and say we don't care
but we'll fly to the corners of the earth to see
if He's there.
Well he's there
See life flare
take in air
He is here


Don't try to hide it
your wings are fluttering
don't try to fight it
you're a music box made to sing
you can't deny the finger prints on your face
they're deep within your eyes He's something you can't erase

Closer than near
He whispers in heartbeats
Holding you dear
Listen as His sparks speak
He is here