It’s a Metaphor Songtext
von Kaurna Cronin

Come November I′ll be bruised
False blames not a calling cue
Down your hallway, too disguised
Wave goodbye

A test of all your kind intentions
Sliding down the wooden boards
Empty quilts when I've awoken
Shattered glass is a metaphor


You say you want your freedom
But you still want your control
Just say you want your freedom
And I will fight for that

March I′ll be escaping grey
Puzzles missing pieces gone astray
Like a dollar to a gambling boy
Shattered glass is a metaphor

You say you want your freedom
But you still want your control
Just say you want your freedom
And I will fight for that