When I walk up to your door. When I walk into your room. And open windows. . Can you hold it in your hand. Can you make me understand. The tension, the pressure.
Six afraid of seven 'cause seven, eight, nine. I'm about to lose it the second time. Staring at the wall hour after hour. Running up and down over and over.
Waiting for a beam to break through here. A chain way vision, all bright and clear. And they talk and they dance. . I was expecting something pure with a golden hair.