The sound of metal sliding on metal.
Curtains being drawn
They glisten in the rain
A piece of you is all i ask for
I Demand that i have you
(So normal, boring…)
I wish every one would see you this way
But you’ve made it difficult for me
To keep you to myself.
They still glisten as they
Fall into my hands,
Into my world
Towers torn yet
They still glisten…
I wait for you to acknowledge me
And there in the distance,
It seems as though you’re waiting for me.