Held aloft by passion winds, firmly in my grip
But thinking I was in control, began to reel it in
The more I brought it close to me, the more I felt it slip
And just as windmills far away, can be just what you want
Approach them all with caution, lest reverie take flight
Let your dreams come to you, if it's meant to be. 'Cause
All the armor in the world, does not make a knight
Now my someday's far away, more distant with the years
Another castle in a sky-scape crowded with my dreams
Another fish that got away, enlarged with passing time
Lost in a land I don't control, where nothing's as it seems
