Pressure The Hinges

And now I'm running out of reasons

And I spoke too soon

The clock weighs on the counter top

Everything is sinking through the floor

You hold the door and I'll pressure the hinges

Would you trust these locks?

And sleep to hide you secrets?

Dodging bullets is easier when you don't believe in fate.

And I swear, I swear we won't make it obvious when we turn around again.

What are you afraid of?

Are you scared you're not alone?

You keep running out

Turn around again

You aspire to be helpless, hopeless

Burning all your dreams

I'm running low on secrets that will quench your thirsty ears.

And I'm counting the seconds between distraction and the moment.

Fifteen seconds till melt down.

Fifteen seconds till the roof will hit the floor.

I see the light in the stairway and the floor is littered with maps and hotel keys.

So we turn around again.

What are you afraid of?

Are you scared you're not alone?

You keep running out

Turn around again

You aspire to be helpless, hopeless

Burning all your dreams

Wear the robe of pig skin and he'll wear the crown.

He'll run and he'll run and he'll run till you stop him.

I see your eyes changing and your passion's gone again.

You're still running out.

We desire to be comfort in this broken world you're in.

Fifteen seconds till...

fifteen seconds till...