Warning Signs

Take all the time that you want
I’ll be right here
Your stoic sense of relief
For the heavy years
And when it all comes undone
We’ll pull into place

But your love, as much as it feels
Like a fortress, dear
Can’t help shaking the sense
It’s a souvenir
I’ll soon be left to recall
In fondness and pain

Because it all has a time and place
And we all got that figure to face
Warning signs and it’s spelt out in red
Maybe I’m better off in the dread
Maybe I’m better off in the dread

Hang on, you’re coming too close
To a burning room
And I love you too much
To see you consumed
So please, excuse me if I
Seem distant these days

Sure you see kindness and peace
But you should know
There’s something deep underneath
I don’t always show
And on the loneliest nights
It comes out to say

That it all has a time and a place
And we all got that figurative face
Warning signs and it’s spelt out in red
Maybe I’m better off in the dread
But this won’t be the end to my truth
At the edge of my mind on a noose
When this tattoo was a symbol in jest
But now it’s coming alive in my head
Maybe I’m better off in the dread

Maybe I’m better off in the dread