Texture Of My Blood (Dillon)

Locked door, forgotten key Tonight, open up for me I am returning home Without the slightest hope Naked and on my knees Look as if you're pleased to see Me returning home Pass me that spark of hope Let you taste the texture of my blood Lacking iron Gates to my heart Opened up the relief Time has come for you to see Where I'm coming What I've been running from Let you taste the texture of my blood Lacking iron Gates to my heart Let you taste the texture of my blood Lacking iron Gates to my heart Ah ah oh I don't know How on earth will i ever know Ah ah oh Why don't I know How on earth will I ever know? Gazing through your eyes I saw them coming right at you My superior vena cava Inferior to yours