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. 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…
