Six Strings To Cover Fear

Those eyes have seen the best of days
Turning the countdown clock
A salty taste of a waterfall, thick colored fog
Bathing in the gaze of a sacred desire under the warmth of the sun
Senseless we adored the freedom, we danced for kingdom come.

Twelve weeks already in this place
Turning, the countdown clock
X is sitting in his chair, he's half white,
And I'm half blue
At night, the screams from upstairs muting the storms outside
And I still ask myself the same old questions
Is the carnival on tonight?

As time passes me by, I avoid my painful doubt
That in a time of bleed, I need you by my side
But why is it that you always vanish
Like a mirage in summer nightLeaving just a shadow - so vivid, can't see anything esle for miles.

And by the time you make your mind to take the pill
Division bells ringing down the elevator shaft
Welcome to the seventh floor rhymes well with velvet cream
Your crime in passion, last will, paint in purple
Six strings to cover fear.