So Come Closer Baby

These walls...
like silk draped around your neck...

This floor...
like the shackles clamped on your ankles

These windows...
like the eyes blinded by your beauty...

How much more dying do I have to do
'till I'm dead?

How much more crying so I have to do
until I'm floating?
Until I can stand with ease?

How many times do I have to strike a match
until I burn down these walls?

How many bricks
do I have to throw.
Until these windows shatter?

The number keeps climbing,
with the distance you keep walking.
And I think I could breath easier if you came back into town
and told me why.