Tinted, Visions from behind a screen door A closed latch In place where my hands avoid, Do you hesitate like I do? Grip the metal like I wanted to? I want to beseech you. Does it ring inside your mind How it feels? It's on the inside Does it sing out through your lungs, How it feels? It's on the inside Tied like tongues at every breath of the words Unfolding kaleidoscopes emerge on your turn Anticipating like I do, Believing what I'm seeing through? I want to beseech you, Does it ring inside your mind How it feels? It's on the inside Does it sing out through your lungs How it feels? It's on the inside