Letra de Pressure the hinges

And now I´m running out of reasons.
And I spoke too soon.
The clock weighs on the counter top.
Everything is sinking through the floor.
You hold the door and I´ll pressure the hinges.
Would you trust these locks?
And sleep to hide your secrets?
Dodging bullets is easier when you don´t believe in fate.
And I swear, I swear we won´t make it obvious when we turn around again.
What are you afraid of?
Are you scared you´re not alone?
You keep running out.
Turn around again.
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless.
Burning all your dreams I´m running low on secrets that will quench your thirsty ears.
And I´m counting the seconds between distraction and the moment.
Fifteen seconds till melt down.
Fifteen seconds till the roof will hit the floor.
I see the light in the stairway and the floor is lettered with maps and hotel keys.
So we turn around again.
Wear the robe of pig skin and he´ll wear the crown.
He´ll run and he´ll run and he´ll run till you stop him.
I see your eyes changing and your passions gone again.
You´re still running out.
We desire to be comfort in this broken world you´re in.
Fifteen seconds till...
fifteen seconds till...