Aftertaste – Lucky Scars

a double-take at the first glance

now every face has their eyes on you

it`s hard to fake what`s left to dumb luck and chance

now expectations are something new

an immunity to the threat of gravity

no one wants to kiss the ground

the hardest thing is finally finding out

that not coming down is like playing chess with God

no, I won`t count my lucky scars

with (this) time their stories won`t (don`t) mean a thing at all

another night with an ever so slight

chance to widen someone`s eyes

you take the stage, you`re trying hard not to shake

they bring the lights down, they`re all watching you

it`s new to me, this threat of gravity

I can`t conceive of crashing down

the hardest thing is finally realizing

we chase a dream less likely than true love