Do you still dream of walking home Still marking your path with blood on stones What would it be like to know the way The trees never tell me what you'd say I wonder if I could do the same Fully open myself and still remain So press the deck close to your heart Feel their warmth and pick your card PRECHORUS Open your hands and see what you'll find Dream me a dream with light inside Edges sharp as talons raven's bare And whisper my name like a prayer CHORUS: This thing is an oil spill You lit me and I am burning still I'll dream us a night Full of nothing but light Hold me as close as you can until We stand here alive and unafraid For the first time I think I can brave Press the gas to the floor For once I am sure Just look at us, God, we're set ablaze I think I hear whispers in the trees I think I've lived nightmares you won't believe So til I awake please hold my hand There's a forest in you; you'll understand Do you know what it's like to fear yourself To not trust your hands or mind to help Oh, I'll be your eyes to see this through Please make these hands strong enough for you PRECHORUS CHORUS This thing is a thunder storm I think it can come in many forms For me it's a thunder storm I know what I want now and that's more So soak me in rain I spent so long afraid My heads tilted up to the downpour CHORUS CHORUS, save for the line "For once I am sure" is replaced with "Excelsior Just look at us, I'm so amazed Just look at us, we are ablaze

See, that's the problem You learned it when you were still small Reinforced each monthly full moon You thought it was your fault See, that's the problem You learned you were a heavy weight That your parents dragged from town To town, to keep your secret safe See, that's the problem Somewhere along the way These secrets somehow convinced you That all you bring is pain When you're taught you are a secret That others are forced to keep You're taught “Remus, you're a minefield Under other people's feet.” When you're taught that danger's sewn Into the lining of your soul You learn to accept some secrets are Better left untold See, that's the problem When clever boys become your friends Eventually your secret Isn't only yours to tend See, that's the problem They're kinder than you've ever known Making themselves anew so you Don't have to be alone See, that's the problem Friendships with secrets at their core Become oh so very fragile When it comes to waging war When you're taught that there are people Who will love you anyhow You begin to hope only to find It all comes crashing down And again you're left in ruins Of something that you called home You heart's shattered into pieces Because you think you should have know See, that's the problem We're bound to repeat the past War never really left us But now that torch has been passed See, that's the problem He has his hair and has her eyes And he stands so young before you With a look you recognize See, that's problem This boy is full of secrets too So you teach him love and hope He takes a different path than you When you're the one teaching the lessons To James and Lily's brave young son You realize that having secrets doesn't Make you into one So you tell him to confide and trust That love will see him through You teach him all the things that you wish Had been taught to you Maybe that's the answer To every question ever asked When you teach love and understanding You leave secrets in the past And you hope you've taught them how To lead lives happier than yours And when all is said and done How could a teacher ask for more?

Sometimes I wonder if I'd been nearly as intrigued By the spirit I saw walking to the church on St. Mark's Eve If I'd known this “Gansey. That's all there is.” was the type To wear deck shoes without a lake anywhere nearby I mean, honestly He's condescending with the kind of earnest intent That means he honestly thought he was giving a compliment He spends money with oblivious naiveté That makes me want to smack him and then he goes to say He goes to say: CHORUS: Jane (Jane) I like you an awful lot Did you know I can fall asleep On those nights we talk Oh, Jane (Jane) I wish you could be kissed Cause I would beg just one off you Under all this I mean, honestly His words are unerring tools of destruction And he unequipped with the ability to deconstruct ‘em He rich enough to have everything that he desires He thinks polo shirts and khakis count as casual attire I mean, honestly The kitchen, laundry, and bathroom are condensed into one space At the hipster paradise abandoned factory of his place Not to mention his ostentatious, unreliable excuse for a car The most atrociously Aglionby by far But then he says: CHORUS I mean, honestly See, when he’s reading, there’s a different Gansey on his face One so earnest, so fragile, so unsure of his place Who would move all of heaven and earth to help his friends Who met death face to face, when he was only ten I mean, honestly He’s the kind of king who only rules once he’s earned his crown Who is astonished and amazed the people he’s around What happens to the court when the king leaves them behind? After all, a single year gives us such little time Cus then he’s saying: CHORUS I mean, honestly I can’t help wondering if fate just had it out for me And that spirit I saw walking to the church on St. Mark’s Eve Because I love him and he’s – God, haven’t we been here before? Saying “It’ll be okay. I’m ready.” as it starts to pour But Gansey’s saying: Jane (Jane) It’ll be okay Jane (Jane) It’ll be okay, it’ll be okay I mean it honestly: Blue, kiss me, it’s okay. It’ll be okay, it’ll be okay It’ll be okay