Better prepare yourself
To rescue the decaying soul
You and I still have the chance
To confuse good and evil
To distinguish right from wrong
You long for [and] I look forward to
A beautiful future
Even if it's not perfect
It still must be spectacular
But how come one does, one says, one thinks, one wants more than this?
There's a different kind of brilliance in every moment
Love will always be awkward
Dreams will forever be embellishments
How many times have you and I persevered?
[We'll] compromise now and again
[And] refuse to regret