Lock and Key
You never trusted anything I said Without your chain on everything I did. Love was just a name for your lock and key.
In the city center that afternoon,The day a perfect gift of English spring,We sat in the park and cried we just didn't get it. Old folks shuffled, young girls pushed prams, birds flew up, Children just out of school, men eyeing the ground Which they could not see, bright as they daylight was. Surrounded by life, we sat afraid to admit It was our decision no one else’s. We would have to make the life we would lead.
We could not just copy what others had done. Both of us were hurt but in different ways: The lock and key you had been given
Did not quite fit where your heart had fallen, And the chain to me was a spider’s web Heavier than the tears we couldn't hold back.
It's the young who have no time. you see. Just because they have forever, they think. The old know better and count every minute
Since it could be the last, so many wasted. Commitment is not a mortgage of chains. It is here and now every minute every day.
Otherwise you live under lock and key Bereft of the chain your body can bear— The chain that lights without lock and key.
You never trusted anything I said Without your chain on everything I did. Love was just a name for your lock and key.
In the city center that afternoon,The day a perfect gift of English spring,We sat in the park and cried we just didn't get it. Old folks shuffled, young girls pushed prams, birds flew up, Children just out of school, men eyeing the ground Which they could not see, bright as they daylight was. Surrounded by life, we sat afraid to admit It was our decision no one else’s. We would have to make the life we would lead.
We could not just copy what others had done. Both of us were hurt but in different ways: The lock and key you had been given
Did not quite fit where your heart had fallen, And the chain to me was a spider’s web Heavier than the tears we couldn't hold back.
It's the young who have no time. you see. Just because they have forever, they think. The old know better and count every minute
Since it could be the last, so many wasted. Commitment is not a mortgage of chains. It is here and now every minute every day.
Otherwise you live under lock and key Bereft of the chain your body can bear— The chain that lights without lock and key.
