The cradle came down with the bough
but the stories never tell what
happens when it lands and they say
“rockabye little baby” and expect you to just sleep through the crash…
But when I fall it’ll be on my own terms and when i lose control
it’ll be cause i’ve got something to learn and i’m not
saying i don’t believe in closing your eyes before the jump
i’m just saying choose your own cliff
and my eyes are wide open now, my eyes are wide open now (x2)
And i am tired of just
going with the flow
hows about i confess my undying love after one day of knowing you and leave it at that?
and i am tired of always having to wade through subtext
never quite knowing where i stand
always wondering if there’s something there and
i am sick of living out fairytales,
cause somehow i always get stuck being the prince
and maybe i am asking too much,
but i just want someone to see through the armour to me
and i think it’s high time we all lowered our guard i
think it’s high time we all learned not to be afraid of love
cause we’ve all been clinging to these tree tops for way too long
and the wind has bee blowing and when the last branch is broken
we better be ready to do more than just rock
and my eyes are wide open now, my eyes are wide open now (x4)
the cradle came down with the bough
but the stories never tell what
happens when it lands and they say
“rockabye little baby, rockabye little baby…rockabye little baby, rockabye little baby, rockabye little baby” and expect you just sleep through the crash
