Collector

"Collector" The boulevard don't look so bad from here The moon is high and bright, catching shadows to the fear Of another way Of another way So come all you collectors, What you think you come here for? Not me, my breath, the life I live, You're looking at the door Take one more step, And take your last breath Still I know that yesterday, Tomorrow always comes, The sun to rise, my eyes to blind From the flood Of another way Of another way But I've been gone enough, for long enough To know just where I stand So, I cut the loss of what I fear, Let them at me if I dare Take one more step Take one last breath I just want to be quiet now, I just want to be quiet now, I just want to be quiet now, I just want to be quiet now