

(breath
in...
breath out)
Chopping red tomatoes on the wooden block
Hurry up the dinner,
staring at the clock
Never know his mood when he turns the key Is it gonna
be the ghost or the king I see?
Click in the lock,
shadow on the floor He's standing in the kitchen,
standing by the door
Who is he today?
Is it Jekyll? Is it Hyde?
Should I stand my ground or find a place to hide?
(who's behind those eyes?) Will we go for a drive where the
canyon walls rise? Who is he today?
Living in this disguise
He steps up close with a venom in his laugh Saying 'canyon
roads have a quiet path' I head for the sink,
try to play it cool But he moves like a cobra,
breaking every rule Grabs my arm tight,
pulls me to his chest Smiling like a cat playing with a
guest Then he laughs it off,
says it's just a game But the terror in my chest is
a burning flame
He jabs my shoulder and he asks me for the truth 'I
wouldn't hurt you right?' like a promise from his youth I shrink
inside myself, nodding with a sigh (yes,
of course, I know)
As he walks away,
leaving me to cry (silent sigh)
Who is he today?
Is it Jekyll? Is it Hyde?
Should I stand my ground or find a place to hide?
(who's behind those eyes?) Will we go for a drive where the
canyon walls rise? Who is he today?
Living in this disguise
Glaring at his back as he walks into the room
One more day survived in the shadow of this gloom Is this
what it is? Just a ring and a chain?
(one more day...)