I can hear a heartbeat pounding over thunder/nobody believes in this spell that I'm under. Standing in the back of the crowd, I pretend I'm one of them. But they don't hear the sound. When I look over my shoulder I grow weak and I get colder and I know I'm being followed by a shadow meant to swallow up.... Then rain comes and the crowd moves on, past the sea of hands waving from the hill to the rows of chairs waiting to be filled and I'm anywhere but right here. Go forth and change the world? How am I do anything at all when I can barely move, when I can barely crawl, when I'm anywhere but right here? Let's celebrate the last four years and applaud our youth and wonder. But while everyone looks to the future, I'll stay stuck on this spell I'm under. And when I walk out across the stage, I smile and I wave. Let's celebrate the last four years! and applaud our youth and wonder. While everyone looks to the future, I'll stay stuck on this spell I'm under.