Cold Feet
Right on time mistaken for prophecies of a servant
Double winter doors forging a passage home
And the eyes of the forest looking down
Packing a bag and going forward
Nothing to put away
Nothing that resonates
Like the silence
The silence is okay
Looking to find myself at the present day
For survival...
Uniformed chaperones soldier on
Marble canopy covers all
And the surface air
Crystalline frozen like the sun
Good reason to reborn
Has slipped away
Yeah
Not making choices
No
I'm set
I'm set in stone
Little cave where the brave men can warm their soles
From the witch's cold
Save me from the floor
Under vigilance of him
Dismayed
Unprotected in a sin
Betrayed
Uniformed chaperones soldier on
Marble canopy covers all
And the surface air
Crystalline frozen like the sun
Save me from the floor
Little cave where the brave men can warm their soles
From the witch's cold
Save me from the floor
Writer/s: Dante Maticus
