I'll take these shoes, get me out of this god forsaken town. I have to choose, whether I stay or leave right now. I'll return, but the sparks will collide, and they'll guide your way back home. Sparks will collide and guide our way. The question bores. Out of this, what have we learned? A story told, a story that's getting way too old. Return, but the sparks will collide, and they'll guide your way back home. Sparks will collide and guide our way. Guide your way back home. Now I see you crumbling down. I know that this is love, but this is not the way I wanted it to end. But the sparks will collide, and they'll guide your way back home. Sparks will collide and guide our way. Guide your way back home.