I made it again to the Amazon I've got to erase, the same as the others And I see it far cleaner than that Expecting two but ready for three I just stood up and I mean it I have better than that A rock in my hand, a living mirror The braided cover, of love... I've got my eye, on you now, treasure What will you do if the game keeps changing? Will you die on the vine, choosing it over? And when you bleed out, you'll know better than that And that you couldn't take it A rock in my hand, a living mirror The braided cover, of love... I've got my eye, on you now, treasure A hand in time, that's no miracle The arrival of none, fan in the gallows Now that is something And when we need it, we'll know better than that And that we couldn't beat it