Braid - Pipsqueak lyrics

fixing up the broken door a fresh collage of wood and oil once a stately iron gate pressure's on to renovate too late water makes the hinges swing water hinges everything i was once immovable eager to stay comfortable growing up getting tall trust in not a thing at all i was taught to never hate but it's too late i can taste it not a drop is wasted lets synchronize our watches baby i'm afraid of the dark when in pain you cry from the most sensitive part of your eye is this a come on? come on shake me like a bad sun till i'm cool