With a promise to set me free
From the cage I'd locked myself into
He appeared with many keys
How could I refuse?
These golden bars they hold perfection
But were chosen by mistake (mistake)
Comfort would be my tomb
I had to run away (he led me away)
Waking in the morning, my head upon his chest
The paradox abundantly clear
This love attacked so fierce: it will decay like all the rest
There is nothing to be gained here
As lust turns to need all the promise is destroyed
Need turns to possession
Each little victory only noise
So I have returned to my cage
But now I hold the keys
And I will use them
Anytime I please