The Locksmith

I had a dream
In the desert
With a pickaxe
And a question
Left all alone
With a headache
Like an earthquake
That splits the ground

So I keep
Digging in Deeper
And deeper to see
What I'm made of
Digging in deeper
And deeper to se
What I'm made of

The Locksmith
Plays the keys
He draws a dagger
In the shape of a song
No simple melodies
The hills the hooks
They pull at us all

Lacy intricacies
Reveal a door in me
Lacy intricacies
Reveal a door in me

And I keep
Digging in deeper
And deeper to see
What I'm made of
Digging in deeper
And deeper to see
What I'm made of

The Locksmith
Plays the keys
He draws a dagger
In the shape of a song
No simple melodies
The hills the hooks
They pull at us all



Credits
Writer(s): Kimberly Tillman
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