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