Boats and Crosses

These days
Seem to make a lot more sense
I call off the hunt for my descent
And open the door
With a mix of fear and pleasure

And I’m stuck inside of you
I don’t know what to do

Yes I’m stuck inside of you
I don’t know what to do

Those eyes look at me with great displeasure
Those smiles mock me everywhere I go
And suddenly I’m in a room with boats and crosses

And I’m stuck inside of you
I don’t know what to do

Yes I’m stuck inside of you
I don’t know what to do

I run till my feet find familiar ground
I scream to ward off haunting deafening sounds
And all I can breathe
Is the air that suffocates my every need

And I’m stuck inside of you
I don’t know what to do

Yes I’m stuck inside of you
I don’t know what to do

Those eyes
Those smiles
Those eyes
Those smiles

There’s a storm blowing
There’s a storm blowing

There’s a storm blowing in my mind
And I’m losing track of time
And the painted scenes that always seem to bleed

There’s a storm blowing
There’s a storm blowing