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Lyrics

Before we were heroes, servants or kings
We were the lost kids, a tree and a swing
Everyone's watching, changing the game
People are talking of fortunes and fame
Stuck in the moonlight, under its spell
Fire in a bottle, it's heaven and hell
If we can control, take it by hand
Turn it to ashes, return it to sand

These are the days that we hold on tight
Lighting it up till we burn out bright

After the sunrise, glowing in gold
Under the lowlight, stories unfold
New day rising, colored and clear
The moment is hiding, but drawing in near
Stuck in the verses, again and again
Blessings and curses, it's blood from a pen
Carve out the chorus, carve out a name
It starts with a whisper but ends with a bang