Iron And Silk

Each day, I’m more dead than the one before,

I wake up look to the broken sun,

To decide what you’re wanting from me,

On this beautiful day, In this beautiful life.

You ask me please

Take down the walls I built myself,

I can’t, they’re made of iron and silk,

You see, I say

 

And the rain keeps pouring,

We’ll keep hiding,

No they’ll never find us here.

And the pain keeps coming,

Oh but it’s coming clear,

It won’t find us here.

 

And we danced, this kind of wrong way dance,

Down your one way street.

Happiness is hard to come by,

Harder to maintain.

 

And the rain keeps pouring,

We’ll keep hiding,

No they’ll never find us here.

And the pain keeps coming,

Oh but it’s coming clear,

It won’t find us here.

 

Each breath, of oxygen,

Is just one more precious gift.

Each breath, Each breath,

Let me taste your breath my dear

 

And the rain keeps pouring,

We’ll keep hiding,

No they’ll never find us here.

And the pain keeps coming,

Oh but it’s coming clear,

It won’t find us here.