LEASH

A chain to wear
A chain to hold
A warm embrace bathed in chrome

I will wait,
Call me home
Yours the only voice I know
Yours the only voice
I know

The time we waste
In pleasures lost
A dead parade of useless thoughts

The bloodied hand
That holds a rose
The hand that fits the glove so close
The hand that fits the glove
So close

I need your leash
Keep me in reach
I'm in your grip
I cry relief

I need your leash
Keep me in reach
I'm in your grip
I cry relief

I'm yours to take
Yours to break and make whole
I'm in your hands with no hope

I'm yours to take
Yours to break and make whole
I'm in your hands with no hope

I need your leash
Keep me in reach
I'm in your grip
I cry relief

I need your leash
Keep me in reach
I'm in your grip
I cry relief