When worlds threaten to tumble.
Where all is ill and nothing can be well...
Lay your head upon the golden axe and speak of me.
Claim to be a liar, which no place or point in time can count for and swear,
Swear to be a victim,
Sad, scared, small, alone, and crawling.
Swear to be damned inside, and swear to be lover.
That no ring bearer can chose in following, and only a brave man
Can break through,
And love me.
I lie in waiting, your hand still clasped around my heart, and give me
'That day, that day
I lay down beside myself
In this feeling of pain, sadness
Scared, small, climbing, crawling
Towards the light
And it's all I see and
I'm tired and I'm right
And I'm wrong
And it's beautiful'
Inspired by the song ~ 'That Day' By Natalie Imbruglia