Mad Drums

Stand beside the photograph Then stand beside the door I'd like you to go quietly When sliding to the floor Take a look before you go And watch you threw away There is no sense in recompense This act you can't delay Let's take the colours And throw them over Then swim 'til you can see The eyes of me In truth I feel no hatred In truth I feel no shame I only feel confusion At what you stood to gain Strip the years of candy floss Strip the years of pains You tried to take a part of me Now look at what you face Let's take the colours And throw them over Then swim 'til you can see The eyes of me Taste of another Who was forbidden Lay down your guilty hands In light of me