Turn me off, the fire keeps spitting
So lock the door, it's safety in numbers
And warm behind the blinds
Whoever said that three was a crowd
Didn't know just where to start
Whoever said that two was enough
Was blinded by the simple visions
Whoever swore, that faith was worth faking
Was passed out on the stand
You'll never know that I was your answer
Just a marble inside, inside your hand
