Thrice

when deadbolts awake you from deja vu dreams,
at four in the morning you know where I’ll be.
out running red lights asleep at the wheel.
the sirens feed my nightmares,
i just close my eyes and I’m already there;
its already too late.
i know its nothing but lies,
but they sound so sincere;
i find them too hard to hate.
and she calls from the doorway stolen water is so sweet,
so lets drink in the darkness if you know what i mean
and she calls from the doorway stolen water is so sweet,
so lets drink in the darkness if you know what i mean
and I’m almost sure
that I've been here before,
that this is not the first time I’ve stood in front of this door,