I pour my thoughts in a rigid doorway A form in a barn, oh I'll follow you anyway A lamb in a flock, I'm a speck turned sideways You come across, as the one who don't shy away A shadow may fall, you tell me colors that dissipate A rock made of gold, a white line that slowly disintegrates But I'm forming a plan, I'm a quiet that penetrates You live in my head, may you lie there, and keep me awake St. Peter, don't lose them keys I'm good as nothing you're the same as me My darling, a stone a demon, don't wait for me I'm good as broken Marbles as good as we slowly may chip it down Glass stays as clear as we stain it, or melt it out Silvers as cold, as we pull it from our fingertips A map only means that we been there before we'd taken it St. Peter, don't lose them keys I'm good as nothing you're the same as me My darling, a stone a demon, don't wait for me I'm good as broken St. Peter