St. Peter

St. Peter's Key to Inner Shadows
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Lyrics

I pour my thoughts in a rigid doorway

I express my thoughts in a confined entrance

A form in a barn, oh I'll follow you anyway

A shape in a barn, I will follow you regardless

A lamb in a flock, I'm a speck turned sideways

A lamb within a group, a tiny particle turned sideways

You come across, as the one who don't shy away

You appear as someone who doesn't avoid challenges

A shadow may fall, you tell me colors that dissipate

A shadow might cast, you describe colors that fade away

A rock made of gold, a white line that slowly disintegrates

A rock made of gold, a pale line that gradually breaks apart

But I'm forming a plan, I'm a quiet that penetrates

Forming a plan, a quiet determination that permeates

You live in my head, may you lie there, and keep me awake

You reside in my thoughts, may you stay there and keep me awake

St. Peter, don't lose them keys

Saint Peter, don't lose those keys

I'm good as nothing you're the same as me

I am worthless, and you are the same as me

My darling, a stone a demon, don't wait for me

My beloved, a solid force or obstacle, don't wait for me

I'm good as broken

I am in a state of disrepair

Marbles as good as we slowly may chip it down

Our situations may slowly deteriorate like marbles

Glass stays as clear as we stain it, or melt it out

Glass remains transparent unless we tarnish or melt it away

Silvers as cold, as we pull it from our fingertips

Silvers are as cold as we extract them from our fingertips

A map only means that we been there before we'd taken it

A map only signifies that we've been to a place before claiming it

St. Peter, don't lose them keys

Saint Peter, don't misplace those keys

I'm good as nothing you're the same as me

I am worthless, and you are the same as me

My darling, a stone a demon, don't wait for me

My beloved, a solid force or obstacle, don't wait for me

I'm good as broken

I am in a state of disrepair

St. Peter

Saint Peter

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