I remember hearing a story   About a girl who wanted to fly   Something about dreams as fragile a bubbles   Well perhaps it won't apply   It seems she'd flap her arms everyday and every night   As hard and as long as she could   She knew her dream needed all the love she could give it   For it to do her any good      One night her heart spoke in a dream   It told her if you really love this believe, because...      It takes the Guiltiest of eyes   To condemn the man who dies   It takes a thousand of his best spies   To expose as many lies   It could take weeks for me to say   How It'll take forever to go away   And it takes everything you have   ... to be in love      Well across the street there lived a little boy   Sad disfigured child with two humps on his back   Pitiful autistic little mess in a wheelchair   The other kids all named him "lack"   But Lack started to take interest   In that girl across the way   He'd watch in amazement from his window   While she flapped her arms   And that's how they'd spend their days      She'd soon inspire him to stand   That girl everyone called featherhead   Made him clearly understand   That...      It takes the Guiltiest of eyes   To condemn the man who dies   It takes a thousand of his best spies   To expose as many lies   It could take weeks for me to say   How It'll take forever to go away   And it takes everything you have   ... to be in love      Soon Lack could walk and talk and hide his humps   And people realized how clever he could be   Feather still dreaming about the skies   Unaware of how in love Lack was with she   One day she quit flapping her arms at last   Convinced that she'd accomplished nothing at all   When Lack heard this he ran, not walked over to her house      And he begged her, yes he begged her not to let Rome fall   He said everything I am now is for and because of you   You see I understand your secrets and I swear to God it's all true      It takes the Guiltiest of eyes   To condemn the man who dies   It takes a thousand of his best spies   To finally realize   That it takes the strength of Sampson's hair   To enter if you dare   And it takes Icarus in flight   To provoke the gods to fight   It could take weeks for me to say   How It'll take forever to go away   And it takes everything you have   ... to be in love      Well time wears on, and soon featherhead and Lack had to grow   up   Feather didn't quit and would be finishing school soon   She works for NASA exploring space   Flying regularly to Jupiter's 7th moon   Lack defying all law of gravity and otherwise, flew away   You see those lumps on his back grew into great big gossamer wings   He changed his name to Luck because he had so much   He flies where he's needed, doing all sorts of nifty and amazing   things      From time to time they meet up in the sky to celebrate   Tax dollars and miracles can let the weirdest people date      But it takes the guiltiest of eyes   To condemn the man who dies   It takes a thousand of his best spies   To finally realize   It could take weeks for me to say   How It'll take forever to go away   And it takes everything you have   ... to be in love      I remember hearing a story...