Fixing Up The Broken Door

A Fresh Collage Of Wood And Oil

Once A Stately Iron Gate

Pressure's On To Renovate

Too Late



Water Makes The Hinges Swing

Water Hinges Everything

I Was Once Immovable

Eager To Stay Comfortable

Growing Up Getting Tall

Trust In Not A Thing At All

I Was Taught To Never Hate

But It's Too Late



I Can Taste It

Not A Drop Is Wasted

Lets Synchronize Our Watches Baby

I'm Afraid Of The Dark

When In Pain You Cry

From The Most Sensitive Part Of Your Eye



Is This A Come On? Come On

Shake Me Like A Bad Sun

Till I'm Cool