Johnny Powell and the Seasonal Beasts


The Last Door

i was a friend of yours
that friend with the horns
i was the last door
spiralled by thorns

i thought i knew
so i grew pictures of you
fantasies
in my outer mind
and if i was your only hope
then who was mine?

there is some bliss in solitary
be careful who you try to be with
let me be, don’t follow me, my friend
we'll end up arguing again

now I'll be that friend of yours
without the claws
i'm trying to burn my bridges
to open your doors

i thought i knew
so i grew pictures of you
fantasies
in my outer mind
and if i was your only hope
then who was mine?

i used to be what people see
and now that it's behind of me
i'm creeping up on everything
surprising it, not questioning, you know?