High in the castle,
of my imagination.
Far from the battle,
of lovers far below.

But I faced my doom,
with the rise of the moon.
Casting me into its
sharp silver light,
and my lover’s keen sight.

Each glance tore at my wall,
I ignored them all.
But the round moon
shown bright, into the night.

Your smile stunned me.
Bursting boulders,
opening doors all the while.
I walked down the mountain,
toward your open arms.

Blasted, bombed,
being in love,
an act that becomes a fact.
Now I’m bold, now I’m brave
with the freedom you gave.

Blasted, bombed,
being in love,
an act that becomes a fact.
Now I’m bold, now I’m brave
with the freedom you gave.

The moon grows yellow,
smiling on its success.
I’m finally freed,
from walls I’ll never need.

My lips tremble,
my heart races.
I am suspended in this place.
For love had been
gone so long,
yet here is where I belong.

Blasted, bombed,
being in love,
an act that becomes a fact.
Now I’m bold, now I’m brave
with the freedom you gave.

Blasted, bombed,
being in love,
an act that becomes a fact.

Now I’m bold, now I’m brave
with the freedom you gave.

Fate is the moon.
Fate makes me swoon.
Castles fall.
Love gives all.

Blasted, bombed,
being in love,
an act that becomes a fact.
Now I’m bold, now I’m brave
with the freedom you gave.

Blasted, bombed,
being in love,
an act that becomes a fact.
Now I’m bold, now I’m brave
with the freedom you gave.