it takes me years to come down to the door the floor is strewn with glass and promises i'd have to walk for miles of compromise to dive into the water
-your words they echo from here to the sea sweet words shot from my favorite gun my body's old from you and indecision still at your door with seven knives inside
you keep me here-
you lock my doubts in your heart you know my doubts by heart my heart holds court to seven knives seven demons in the night give me freedom by the litre freedom on a desert isle