There is this keyhole, let me look straight at it
To a healthier place.
God’s watching, through a pair of binoculars
At this drug.
You cut me off on the freeway,
A long time ago.
A long time ago I was spying for temptation
Looking into someone’s heart, that keyhole.
Courage, creation, speak.
What sick man invented this?
No, I don’t want the usual,
But I’m chopped down of my own
Uncertainty.
Have you fallen from grace?
Come along side, turn to me, let me be your secret.
You know what I’m saying?
Your asking though,
But the devil of me stared at you.
Infected by feeling better,
I don’t know you.
I flicked you off.
A rainy night I turned towards you,
I said I was dying by the earthquake
Speaking.
Looking into someone’s heart, no courage
Came along.
You’re not my number one to turn to,
So how can I,
Walk out feeling better.