Sometimes I wonder if for you I'd touch the sky.
I'd have to stretch, but I'd make it, I'd lift you up so high.
And sometimes I wish that would give me this one dance;
Send me into a vision, push me into a trance.
Sometimes I wonder if it's really worth it loving you.
You know that I've always said I'll do anything for you.
Well, maybe I can't make good on that promise, so in shame
I ask you, well, I've screwed up bad, so could we start again?
Jolts of creativity in my Technicolor dreams,
Tin men and painted scarecrows bursting at the seams;
Red kings and black queens, it's really all the same,
But right now I need a clean slate, so could we start again?