Ghost writer, put your pen to the piece of paper And watch me wad it up For an indoor snowball fight Worrying over the outcome Of these illusions Is like crying over nightmares Nothing's real in the morning Just let the pressure Turn your charcoal heart Into a diamond Reflecting the light Oh, don't let it get crushed into darkness Soft light of the sun you can look at behind the fog and the wild Write up a list on stage
Spotlights watch me memorize Only real problem is thinking that we really exist What a crushing disappointment A dream of impostors posing Just let the pressure Turn your charcoal heart Into a diamond Reflecting the light Oh, don't let it get crushed into darkness You always only see what you want to see Just let the pressure Turn your charcoal heart Into a diamond Reflecting the light