Wishful smiles on your face
Loyalties divided

Grabbed the gods by their throats
Create the space to walk in

Soothing blow in my ear
Folds me up and i’m gone

Bolt, the doors, please
You’re tôo good for me
(And [bad word] around)

Spiteful thoughts surround you
My peaceful mind is dead

The darkest place you know
Hold the hope I live in

Bolt the doors, please
You’re too good for me
(And [bad word] around)