With a promise to set me free From the cage I'd locked myself into He appeared with many keys How could I refuse?
These golden bars they hold perfection But were chosen by mistake (mistake) Comfort would be my tomb I had to run away (he led me away)
Waking in the morning, my head upon his chest The paradox abundantly clear This love attacked so fierce: it will decay like all the rest There is nothing to be gained here
As lust turns to need all the promise is destroyed Need turns to possession Each little victory only noise
So I have returned to my cage But now I hold the keys And I will use them Anytime I please