Doorway Conversation

I'm on the edge The Klaxon of my generation I'm on the edge The Klaxon of my generation A Doorway Conversation's Adjacent to foreplays making Aching to be set free to a finer destination Briefly tangle our troubles Nodding our heads but failing to observe Apathy, in a storm's disperse Somebody hit the klaxon Just another doorway conversation Somebody bring a hand gun All I wanna see is my reflection Somebody hit the klaxon Well one night's scene froze When a serene statue of diamond stone Pushed life when the curtain closed And we'll embark upon our family's throne I get lost to find myself When I find myself I wanna be free A sacrificial change The paint feels better when the page is stained Somebody hit the klaxon Just another doorway conversation Somebody bring a hand gun All I wanna see is my reflection Somebody hit the klaxon Somebody hit the klaxon Just another doorway conversation Somebody bring a hand gun All I wanna see is my reflection Somebody hit the klaxon Just another doorway conversation Somebody bring a hand gun All I wanna see is my reflection All I wanna see is my reflection All I wanna see is my reflection All I wanna see is my reflection All I wanna see is my reflection All I wanna see is my reflection All I wanna see is my reflection All I wanna see is my reflection All I wanna see is my reflection