LEASH

A chain to wear

A chain to hold

A warm embrace bathed in chrome

I will wait,

Call me home

Yours the only voice I know

Yours the only voice

I know

The time we waste

In pleasures lost

A dead parade of useless thoughts

The bloodied hand

That holds a rose

The hand that fits the glove so close

The hand that fits the glove

So close

I need your leash

Keep me in reach

I'm in your grip

I cry relief

I need your leash

Keep me in reach

I'm in your grip

I cry relief

I'm yours to take

Yours to break and make whole

I'm in your hands with no hope

I'm yours to take

Yours to break and make whole

I'm in your hands with no hope

I need your leash

Keep me in reach

I'm in your grip

I cry relief

I need your leash

Keep me in reach

I'm in your grip

I cry relief