chamber

it's the leaves in autumn

and the bird in flight

it's the world you're seeing in the dead of the night

it's north on your compass

and the wind in your sails

or the forward movement when all else fails. oh it's the empty chamber of a loaded gun

it's the finish line of a race half run

oh it's the breath to a candle who's flame won't burn

and if it's all of these things

why wouldn't you want it

that much

at all. it's the snow in winter

and the lion's roar

or the moves you're making when you're hungry for more

oh it's the smell of your best friend and the time it takes

to know for sure if your heart can break. oh it's the empty chamber of a loaded gun

it's the finish line of a race half run

oh it's the breath to a candle who's flame won't burn

and if it's all of these things

why wouldn't you want it

that much

at all. oh it's the empty chamber of a loaded gun

it's the finish line of a race half run

it's the breath to a candle who's flame won't burn

and if it's all of these things

why wouldn't you want it

that much

at all.