Floored by the tripwire. Stripped by the crossfire. Down on my knees. For
The first time in years, I believed… And you came and you threw me your
Hand and we swam to a land where a promise was sacred, preserved. And my
Lady is whispers. my lady is air. I keep a strand of her hair in a heart
On my breast… and I’m safe in our warm cocoon. I know you’ll be back
Soon and that’s a promise that’s sacred, preserved. colour me rainbows.
Colour me vexed. I’m perplexed by that light from your moon. But you said
You’d be back soon and that’s a promise that’s sacred, preserved.
