Pressure The Hinges (Live In Capetown, South Africa)

And now I'm running out of reasons
And I spoke too soon
The clock weighs on the counter top
Everything is sinking through the floor
You hold the door and I'll pressure the hinges
Would you trust these locks?
And sleep to hide your secrets?
Dodging bullets is easier when you don't believe in fate
And I swear, I swear we won't make it obvious when we turn around again
What are you afraid of?
Are you scared you're not alone?
You keep running out
Turn around again
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless
Burning all your dreams I'm running low on secrets that will quench your thirsty ears
And I'm counting the seconds between distraction and the moment
Fifteen seconds till melt down
Fifteen seconds till the roof will hit the floor
I see the light in the stairway and the floor is lettered with maps and hotel keys
So we turn around again
Wear the robe of pig skin and he'll wear the crown
He'll run and he'll run and he'll run till you stop him
I see your eyes changing and your passions gone again
You're still running out
We desire to be comfort in this broken world you're in
Fifteen seconds till...
Fifteen seconds till...