I took up a new job in the concrete jungle
building empty structures for dying hearts.
I put a hard hat on to save my life
but the damage lived inside
And as the walls were raised and fastened,
I fell apart.
None of the tools in my rusty box
could fix me, I had gone too far.
And I couldn't think of anyone but you
under the westering August sun.
My mind was drawing blanks as answers
to each question of love.
My gun was shooting blanks.
My hand was frozen.
I forgot to build a door
and now I'll die in here.
The dream of death is far from here
as happy as it is.
I can't find the trigger
in the nightmare that has come.
Fourteen years I've winked away
like secrets that don't matter,
But if you had simply stayed
I could have carried on,
from both sides.
And I can't think of anyone but you
under the westering August sun.
My mind keeps drawing blanks as answers
to each question of love.
My gun is shooting blanks.
My hand is frozen.
I forgot to build a door
and now I'll die in here.
