Barricade

sweaty palms and cluttered mind

slouch on the couch with me

dizzy, nervous, we probably don't deserve it

we might as well try and see

don't be afraid of the mess we made

do a little dance on the barricade

i heard your lonely knock at the door

so glad you could make it

i'm no sure what i can do you for

but i'm good i can fake it, tonight

don't be afraid of the mess we made

do a little dance on the barricade

clear your throat and speak your mind

don't hold back on me

did we lose that ancient connection

killing time when it moved too slow

another companion lost to the canyon

sunk to the bottom of the river below

i've never seen you so down before

so nervous and churning

your little cloud is now a lightning storm

the forest is burning, tonight