why is my heart in the palm of a life that gets away before the sun reaches high enough that the shadows are not there terrified before the joy give in to life is such a joy you capture this and you wont let it go no you wont let it go but if you squeeze real hard it's gonna slip out before you know that this life that will tickle everything its life and that's all it wants to be the crater on the moon is not the same as the crater deep in me oh a kite is high and so am i the [bad word] is gonna rip right through my viens and right though my heart of steel that's not really made out of steel dont let this feeling go away dont let this feeling go away