With a promise
to set me free
From the cage
I'd locked myself into
He appeared
with many keys
How could I refuse
These golden bars
they hold perfection
But were chosen
by mistake
mistake
Comfort would
be my tomb
I had to run away
run away
you run my away
Waking in the morning
my head upon his chest
The paradox
abundantly clear
This love attacked
so fierce
it will decay
like all the rest
There is nothing
to be gained here
As lust turns
to need all the
promise is destroyed
Need turns
to possession
Each little
victory only noise
So I have returned
to my cage
But now I hold the keys