King of heart

I carve my name in a place
that windows have vacated.
A place, known to some
By the beat of a drum

The miracle of senses
It cuts you where defenseless
A snap-shot of the scars
Lies between the stars

No sun light to behold in here
Frozen by the warmth I hold so dear

I am sitting in a cage, my throne
The rhythm of my kingdom is set in stone
An angel locked me here
Now desire is my gold

No sun light to behold in here
Frozen by the warmth I hold so dear
No escapes or desperate cry
Cause all I want burns in the eyes

No sun light to behold in here
Frozen by the warmth I hold so dear