Across the city steam and light Off a runway to the manufactured night- In storybooks you’ll never find In paper armor that you’d mind They’ll hold the match to you this time- And watch the smoke rings fit the crime
In moments you cannot reprise Like a soldier or a watch that you can’t wind We fought the world with hands twice-tied The people cheered, the captain cried I’ll keep the souvenir inside It’s just better in my mind
And I wouldn’t lie I never really wanted more Than what I ever really needed after all Someone that hates to see me go
You made a promise then you hide And you said we’d all be dead by twenty-five It’s not your disappointed sigh It’s not you traded this for pride Not that we really even mind We’re just bored you’re still alive
And I wouldn’t lie If I tried, take me down And if I die here now-
Wishing wells and magic spells and everything between Can you tell me what it’s like? Or how it’s going to be?
Imagine Klaus confessing that he has feelings for you.
"I can’t stop thinking about your laugh, you smile, how frustrated you get with me, how kind and loving you are; how happy you are… It makes me think that I wish I was the person to make you smile and to make you happy… I guess we all dream, love, don’t we?”