But Alexander, I'll never forget the first time I saw your faceI have never been the same,Intelligent eyes in a hunger pang frameAnd when you said 'hi' I forgot my dang nameSet my heart aflame, ev'ry part aflameThis is not a game

So this is what it feel like to match wits with someone at your levelWhat the hell is the catch?It's the feeling of freedom, of seein' the lightIt's Ben Franklin with a key and a kite, you see it, right?

There are moments that the words don't reachThere is a suffering too terrible to nameYou hold your child as tight as you can and push away the unimaginable