Rather Be

I've been bound
By the thickest shackles
As they hold me to the bottom
Of my aching soul

And the keys, well you
Have them in your hand
But I don't want out

These dark and rusty bars
Hold me inside
I can't seem to open them
Hard as I try

But the keys, well you have
Them in your hand
But I don't want out

Let me cling
Let me lie
Let me dream
Let me find myself
I'm lost in the design
The design

My knuckles turning white
And my eyelids weighing tired
There's no lights on in
The kingdom tonight

No more keys, well you had
Them in your hand
But I locked you out

All the places that I've been
And all the lovers that I've sent
Away drape louder than the coat
I keep shut

Oh the keys, wish you could
Have had them back
But I locked you out

Let me cling
Let me lie
Let me dream
Let me find myself
I'm lost in the design
The design

I'd rather be

"Hold on...
My dear, you're looking so alone
Is there something I can do for you
'Cause your eyes, they've been betraying you"

"Should I please? Can I take your coat?
It's so heavy, I can see the load
Darling lady there's no secrets here
No one's fooled by your distracted cheer"

To let you cling
Let you lie
Let you dream
Let you lose yourself
In search of the design

I'd rather be