Do people really do it? Do they just find love? Or does it seem to follow them around. Afraid I really blew it, kept the door pulled shut. I can't unearth what I will not let out. I won't let out. This is me lighting up, I let myself go. The hatching of romance needs a fair chance to grow. I'd say loves been hiding, but that's not quite true. May have seen a glimmer cross my eye. More like loves been waiting for my change of view. Blooms will swell towards sunlight to survive. This is me lighting up, I let myself go. The hatching of romance needs a fair chance to grow. I backed myself into a corner, Oh but sometimes corners can be like that Oh but the magic isn't over, I just have to let it come back, come back. This is me lighting up, I let myself go. The hatching of romance needs a fair chance to grow.