Fixing up the broken door
A fresh collage of wood and oil
Once a stately iron gate
Pressure's on to renovate
Too late
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Water makes the hinges swing
Water hinges everything
I was once immovable
Eager to stay comfortable
Growing up getting tall
Trust in not a thing at all
I was taught to never hate
But it's too late


I can taste it
Not a drop is wasted
Lets synchronize our watches baby
I'm afraid of the dark
When in pain you cry
From the most sensitive part of your eye


Is this a come on? come on
Shake me like a bad sun
Till i'm cool