Hot Gates

There is no great thing, to stop and sing

Waiting for the rain

And this perfect pill, it's all too much

On the edge again

Don't look away

Couldn't help but note the coldest thing

In your precious face

Why do you always speak when you have no grace

In your precious face

But even in the dark I saw you were the only one alone

At these hot gates you spit your vitriol

Though your swore you wouldn't do this anymore

And I can't be for you all of the things you want me to

But I will love you constantly

There's precious little else to me

And though we cry, we must stay alive

Another fragile edge, and a tender sound

And then you went aground

Near a duller blade, a promise out of sight

There's nothing here for you tonight

But even in the dark I saw you were the only one alone

At these hot gates you spit your vitriol

Though your swore you wouldn't do this anymore

And I can't be for you all of the things you want me to

But I will love you constantly

There's precious little else to me

And though we cry, we must stay alive

Let my blood only run out when my world decides

There is no way out of your only life

So run on, so run!