Serenade

There is no hidden treasure
 so what are we waiting for
 there is no pot of gold
 at the end of the rainbow
 I wanna be custom made
 reborn then wildly contained
 then released a legend by name
 no remorse, no restrains
 finalize and evaluate
 how do you measure pure hate
 how do you reason with that
 which law, rule or paragraph
 it's getting cold and we are hiding in the rain
 it's getting dark and we're awaiting that spark
 so I can face your eyes, again
 consider then deliver
 await your time to be brave
 reborn with fresh beliefs
 cutting corners to rest as thieves
 running of with the key in your hand
 trying to escape those demands
 of to a switchblade serenade
 none of us are really born afraid
 it's getting cold and we are hiding in the rain
 it's getting dark and we're awaiting that spark
 so I can face your eyes, again
 I wanna face, your eyes, again