Love left me with dreams so drab, so colorless and pale -
suggested attire became the veil.
But now this heat returns the rainbow palette to the sky -
the colors that dare the fool to try.

So now I pray I get it right this time.
The part of me that's burned just can't believe that I'm
back in this warm embrace. Give me a sign
that maybe I can get it right this time.

Love - the very word seems worn, defiled and overused.
How can you believe when you've been bruised?
And now, surprised to find you're not so gunshy at the sound
of claiming to be both lost and found.

So now I pray I get it right this time.
The part of me that's burned just can't believe that I'm
back in this warm embrace. Give me a sign
that maybe I can get it right this time.