Wrought Iron Gate

There's a cold wind blowin' through the streets of this town

And you can feel the way she bites and she chews

Without a fear of what might break her or the things that might take her

She's runnin' and there's nothing you can do

She's a strong raging fire, she's getting higher and higher

The ceiling's about to catch flame

And though the roof it may fall, upstanding are her walls

She's locked up behind a wrought iron gate

Pent up in her own tower, contemplating by the hour

Stress and overthinking due at three

With a 6-foot hole below her and nothing to show for the devil that's coming for you and me

How many lies can we take before the fortress starts to break?

And the band starts playing out of tune?

And I know all too well, cos long ago my walls fell

The feeling that's about to break you

When the winter breeze starts blowing and the rivers stop flowing

And ice starts to cover up the sea

She'll be fighting off them demons

Without sense nor belief in

The reason or why she thinks that she's free