at four in the morning you'll know whee i'll be.
ou running red lights asleep at the wheel.
the sirens feed my nightmares.
I just close my eyes, and I'm already here.
it's already to late, i know it's nothing but lies,
but they sound so sincere.
i find them too hard, i find them to hard to hate.
and she calls from the doorway "stolen water is sweet,
so let's drink in the darkness if you know what I mean."
and i'm almost sure that i've been here before,
this is not the first time i've stood in front of this door,
with an overwhelming feeling that i shouldn't go in,
but it seems this is a battle that I never cold win.
and you, my true love. you call form the hill top.
you call through the streets,
"darling don't you know, the water is poison."
and I say,
"come on and give me my poison."
what have I done? is it too late to save me from this place,
from the depths of the grave?
we all are those who thought we were brave.
what have I done?
