Left with a grin
No covering whats on your mind
Two fiery eyes and
Skin made of flint
Off with the wind
With no sound of the door behind
It hangs around after
The coast is clear
Grey blueish green and
No inbetween
Back into things
In good shape
Forgot whats behind
Hard to ignore
What comes in through the door
With you
Something about
What it brings around
For me
Starts climbing down
When you're back inside of sight
I cant afford to be without it anymore
Still around
Every corner, every sound
Hard to ignore
What comes in through the door
With you
Something about
What it brings around
For me
