Naive

This is what I call a new day
I'll miss the Worlds before the Dawn
Fallen or gone, I am your angel
Make my wings strong, I'll keep you warm
I was sitting, tired but breathing
Hoping the sun would touch my skin

Come fly with me, anytime you want
My wings are made of our dreams
Come make me feel anything you want
And nobody will show you we're not real

Fallen or gone, I saw an angel
Reminding me of what we wished to be
I was sitting, tired but breathing, hoping her hand would touch my skin
This time I won't let them scar your wings
Show them what they wished they'd never see

Come fly with me, anytime you want
My wings are made of our dreams
Come make me feel anything you want
And nobody will show we're not
Come have shelter anywhere you want
Put out to sea and chase your fears
Come and ask me anything you want, to thank you for making me feel so

This is what I call a new day
This is what I call a new way
My wings are made of our dreams
To thank you for making me feel so real...