The race starts now,
and I will be better than you.
For every honest word you speak,
I will scream out two.
Try to catch up.
For every smile you send my way,
I’ll take it,
and send back
double the amount.
This race just turned into a hunt.
You start to chase dreams
that I wish were true
So I change my mind,
and start dreaming of you.
Now,
you have nothing to chase,
you’re bound to one place,
forced to be just as you are.
Just as I love you,
just as you were,
way back at the start.
Spirit of Tara 