I’ll take my time, you’ll take yours too. We’ll bring our fears to the wishing pool.

We’ll take that jump. We’re gonna make that leap. Out of what we know, and into what we feel.

The water’s always right, and the breeze keeps us high…

Just give it all to me, and we’ll toss it all away. I’ll be your Soul Skipper, we’ll drown in love today.

The smoothest stone can glide the surface, dropping so far from where it began.

Our spirits can converge if you’ll just hold out your hand. To me, to the time, to the feeling so pure.

When you’re soul skipping at the wishing pool, your broken window is an open door…