So I am, held up again, by a demon's door.I check the clock and it's all ticked off as its shadow paints the floor.My fallback plan didn't turn out sound but I see a way out.Damn those eyes and those gormless dice, and the cars dished out.I hold my breath till the second gong and put the silver files back in thedrawer.Oh my lord, give me a second chance, give me a few more bars and a sword.A soldier's truth in a silent room doesn't need more light.The highlight of a day at work, I sell my soul to suit myself and the ratsdress nice.Take my hand, close your eyes and pray.Take a summersault through the day.Lift up that chin, let the light back in.Let the tears from your pen and the drops from eyes circle in.