Return to Fantasy

[Verse 1]
Dust on the map in my bedroom drawer
Dragons drawn in ballpoint pen
Used to ride storms on the back of a chair
Till the clock dragged me back again
Grew up in schedules
Passwords
Parking lots
Armor made of coffee cups
And a name on a plastic box
[Chorus]
I wanna return to fantasy
Kick down the gate in my old blue jeans
Crown made of paper
Heart on my sleeve
Let the wild things carry me
I wanna return to fantasy
Where the doubts all fall like enemy kings
If the world gets loud
I’ll still believe
In the fire I used to see in me
[Verse 2]
Emails like arrows
Pinned to the wall
Heroes turned to headlines
Fade when they fall
But under this ID badge
There’s a kid with a cardboard shield
Still tracing constellations
On a cracked windshield
[Chorus]
I wanna return to fantasy
Kick down the gate in my old blue jeans
Crown made of paper
Heart on my sleeve
Let the wild things carry me
I wanna return to fantasy
Where the doubts all fall like enemy kings
If the world gets loud
I’ll still believe
In the fire I used to see in me
[Bridge]
Raise up your rusted rings (hey!)
Old scars
Secret things
Every broken plan
Is a map back to where we began
[Chorus]
I wanna return to fantasy
Kick down the gate in my old blue jeans
Crown made of paper
Heart on my sleeve
Let the wild things carry me
I’m gonna return to fantasy
Sing to the dark till it starts to sing
If the world gets loud
I’ll still believe
In the fire I always had in me

rock, Arena rock with a hint of prog: overdriven guitars, roomy drums, and soaring male vocals. Verses ride a mid-tempo groove with chugging power chords; chorus explodes with stacked harmonies and a bright lead line. Bridge drops to half-time with tom-heavy drums and atmospheric pads before a climactic, guitar-driven final chorus.