Boats and Crosses

These days seem to make a lot more sense

I call off the hunt for my descent

And open the door with a mix of fear and pleasure

And I'm stuck inside of you

I don't know what to do

Yes, I'm stuck inside of you

I don't know what to do

Those eyes look at me with great displeasure

Those smiles mock me everywhere I go

And suddenly I'm in a room with bolts and crosses

And I'm stuck inside of you

I don't know what to do

Yes, I'm stuck inside of you

I don't know what to do

I run till my feet find familiar ground

I scream to ward off haunting deafening sounds

And all I can breathe is the air that suffocates my every need

And I'm stuck inside of you

I don't know what to do

Yes, I'm stuck inside of you

I don't know what to do

Those eyes

Those smiles

Those eyes

Those smiles

There's a storm blowing in my mind

And I'm losing track of time

And the painted scenes that always seem to bleed

Solitude

Solitude

There's a storm blowing

There's a storm blowing

There's a storm blowing in my mind

And I'm losing track of time

And the painted scenes that always seem to bleed

There's a storm blowing

There's a storm blowing