Soft

Damn those evil eyes
Where will they go when you're done
Tired of old disguises
How can you rest when your work's done
Save the spells so polite
I control this outcome
Climb the stake as you like
Two could stand and you want none
I may have gone soft
I was burning
For something mine
Beware I hear you in this
Quiet new
Still life
I've shaped old fears into forms
More real than the real ones
Don't hang on me your strange thoughts
Weightless is what I become
I may have gone soft
I was burning
For something mine
Beware I hear you in this
Quiet new
Still life
I've shaped old fears into forms
More real than the real ones
Don't hang on me your strange thoughts
Weightless is what I become