Bets on me

The greatest storm,
the thunder.
We're standing in the waterfall,
and if I'm the ghost, why can't I walk through all you concrete walls?
And now that I have haunt you -
I have warned you:
this affair is dark as sin,
but you looked through,
yeah, you cut through,
like it's evergreen.
 
You laugh at bows and arrows I point at your chest,
cause if the lies revealed - there's nothing left to test,
and if you walked me through the night
why do you need to crash all my dreams?
Show me your grin,
as I see you're placing bets on me.
 
You take three steps
just to make a thousand back.
Cobblestones
I once hung around your neck.
It was the cruelest winter,
bottle splinters,
I left in your misery.
 
And now you hunt me,
you would find me.
Hang me on your Laurel tree.
 
You laugh at bows and arrows I point at your chest,
cause if there's no forgiveness - you stay the second best.
And if you walked me through the night
why do you need to crash all my dreams?
Show me your grin,
as I see you're placing bets on me.
 
And I could still mend your mind, fool the time,
and you would still blame the dead of night.
And if I skip my town, chase you down -
you'll chase the rain after the light.
Your infidelity
made your eyes to see,
that your wasted irony
wasn't lost on me.
 
You laugh at bows and arrows I point at your chest,
cause if you don't know sorrow - you won't taste the grace.
And if you walked me through the night
why do you need to crash all my dreams?
Show me your grin,
as I see you're placing bets on me.
 
You laugh at bows and arrows I point at your chest.
I know you wish you'd kill me just to steal my face.
And if you walked me through the night
why do you need crashing my dreams?
Show me your grin,
as I see you're placing bets on me.
 
And I stand there holding breath, the red I bleed,
and you still blame the dryads on the trees.
And if it's just sad satire, pantomime -
why are you wasting all my tears?
And I still cling to you
in the middle of the night.
And as I close my eyes
the golden sandals get your prize.
 
You laugh at bows and arrows till I pull the string,
if you're the storm, then I am made of millions bricks,
cause if you'd ever taste my adamantine might
would you still need to crash all my dreams?
Show me your grin,
as I see you're placing bets on me.