I. It's the sense when we feel whole

And the countless times we fall

It's how we recognise ourselves - after all

II. It's the depth that shows a spark

and a kiss that leaves a mark

When we step into the daylight from the dark

III. It's in the palm of given hand

When you really need a friend

Burry hate, move on, try to understand

R: That's when the time begins to flow

and the spheres expand and grow

and you're there all right and on your own

IV. It's in the wild eyes that can burn

And you know there's no concern

Once you cross that line there is no return