Lyrics
Gloves are up, strings are torn
Don't wanna be the one who's gone
Things just blow away
Imagining if things are changed
Would you still think I was so deranged
Things just blow away
And I know I was out of line
And it's too late to make things right
Gloves are up, strings are torn
Thinking about the glee before
Things just blow away
We'll travel far, Arcadia
Just say the word, I'll start the car
A million brand new day
And I know I was out of line
And it's too late to make things right
It's a place where you turn back time
And there's no going home
We strive to go far, leaving for Arcadia
Thinking through
What is it we want? I implore
What is it you want? I adore
And I know I was out of line
And it's too late to make things right
It's a place where you turn back time
And there's no going home
