fixing up the broken door   a fresh collage of wood and oil   once a stately iron gate   pressure's on to renovate   too late      water makes the hinges swing   water hinges everything   i was once immovable   eager to stay comfortable   growing up getting tall   trust in not a thing at all   i was taught to never hate   but it's too late         i can taste it   not a drop is wasted   lets synchronize our watches baby   i'm afraid of the dark   when in pain you cry   from the most sensitive part of your eye         is this a come on? come on   shake me like a bad sun   till i'm cool