Pixie Oaks

Written by：Paul Meany/Darren King/Todd Gummerman/Roy Mitchell-Cardenas

Metaphors made up of all the kids in candy stores

Look right at her and know they've fallen short

I want to smile but I don't have the mind

Merry-go-rounding the corners of the pixie oaks

Up on a ferris wheel with missing bolts

I want to try but I don't have the spine

Riding on a wing and a prayer when together

It doesn't matter where we are

Light up apparel I can see better

Never turn the camera off

My Amelia my Amelia

My Amelia my Amelia

She's a killer she's a healer

I believe her my Amelia

My heart is beating like a drum

Every note rings delirium

And I can't get the hook out my head

I just sing along with her instead

La la la la

I'm off to buy the universe

The stars the moon if she prefers

Sorry I don't mean to sound so bent

I'm just feeding from the palm of her hand

Her hand

My Amelia my Amelia

My Amelia my Amelia

She's a killer

She's a healer

I believe her

My Amelia

Riding on a wing and a prayer when together

It doesn't matter where we are

Light up apparel I can see better

Never turn the camera off

Singing la-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la