out ... free again ... free ...
free of your beauty, a beauty that held me captive,
captive in a golden prison ...
a golden prison where ...
I was shackled, shackled by chains of want ...
chains of want made of links of hope ...
want and hope that there would someday ...someday be more ...
more then your beauty ...
your beauty and your occasional acts of tenderness ...
your occasional acts of tenderness and far too infrequent ...
words of love,
yes I am free ... free again ... and once again ...
I will take all my days of then, all my desire for you ...
all my want and hope that ... someday ... someday there will be more,
and place them somewhere ...
somewhere way in the back of my mind ...
way in the back of my mind where yesterdays live and die,
then slam shut the door ...
slam shut the door, lock it ... and swear ...
swear still another time to ... never revisit ...
never revisit or remember them
and this oath ... this oath I shall keep .... until ...
until I hear again that song ... that song that played ...
played on that day ... on that day we first met ...
our song
and on that day ... that day I hear again our song ...
I know ... it will lure me ... lure me back ...
back down that long, dark hallway and unlock ...
unlock and lead me through ...through that swinging door ...
that swinging door I know so well
