it takes me years
to come down to the door
the floor is strewn with glass and promises
i'd have to walk for miles of compromise
to dive into the water

-your words they echo
from here to the sea
sweet words shot from my favorite gun
my body's old from you
and indecision
still at your door with seven knives inside

you keep me here-

you lock my doubts in your heart
you know my doubts by heart
my heart holds court to seven knives
seven demons in the night
give me freedom by the litre
freedom on a desert isle

-chorus-