Rather Be

I've been bound By the thickest shackles As they hold me to the bottom Of my aching soul And the keys, well you Have them in your hand But I don't want out These dark and rusty bars Hold me inside I can't seem to open them Hard as I try But the keys, well you have Them in your hand But I don't want out Let me cling Let me lie Let me dream Let me find myself I'm lost in the design The design My knuckles turning white And my eyelids weighing tired There's no lights on in The kingdom tonight No more keys, well you had Them in your hand But I locked you out All the places that I've been And all the lovers that I've sent Away drape louder than the coat I keep shut Oh the keys, wish you could Have had them back But I locked you out Let me cling Let me lie Let me dream Let me find myself I'm lost in the design The design I'd rather be "Hold on... My dear, you're looking so alone Is there something I can do for you 'Cause your eyes, they've been betraying you" "Should I please? Can I take your coat? It's so heavy, I can see the load Darling lady there's no secrets here No one's fooled by your distracted cheer" To let you cling Let you lie Let you dream Let you lose yourself In search of the design I'd rather be