Circling low they can smell fear dripping from your pores
afraid of a life left in the rubble, nothing but trouble

Dusting off, time to rise up no matter how many times
Don’t want to take this, not time to waste it, again

death walks in to the room, long legs clad in high stilettos
but she wears flats around you so can, you can still feel like I man

you never planned on her, but here she is so what are you thinking
sink or swim, step up to the plate or bail in a different direction

never easy, never convenient, thats just the way this seems to go
when it all boils down you really see what you’re made of

naughty little habits make up my sweet complexion
throwing punches when you cross me, make it up under the sheets

scent of lovers lingers, some massive love induced trip
alone in my room, trace your outline with my fingertips

take off my gloves, fists up for the fight
this is raw, this is real, press on towards the light

her cadence varies, but she never stops walking
time for a little action, I’m rather sick of all this talking

feet on ice, looking for the door
it’s there if you want, take it, I’ll ask nothing more

eye to eye, heart to heart, and so she lets it be
She can’t make you stay, but she’s not asking you to leave…