Tigers

In the moment before the moment,
in the time before the time
in the calm before the storm,
you take stock in yourself.
Is this all you are now?

Rifling under your skin,
stalking like tigers there is something deeper,
lurking inside this shadow Hunts you

Tigers waiting at the door,
tigers waiting at the door
when the heat comes up,
when the pulse picks up,
are you one to hold on?

Losing my head in the steam,
the speed of adrenaline pulsing in time
coursing deep within your veins
You1re pushed past the breaking point,
pushed past the aching point

Losing my head again, drowning in the senses
of caging, enraging, the heat of the speed and the shaking

Here where the lead pounds my flesh
through my chest as the shot rings clear
the knife pierces my heart
but now jewelry can quench this fear
thrown spinning, earth, sky, earth, sky

As I crash upon the shore
lower than I've ever been before now
all is drained from underneath
I am lost in my belief, treading water now

But the lifeguards row beyond me to their destination,
the waves roll high again to crest in isolation

Tigers waiting at the door,
tigers waiting at the door
when the heat comes up,
when the pulse picks up,
are you one to hold on?
Hold on

And in one moment
the breathing's easy
and the sea is pleasing.

Beyond the breaking,
beyond the aching,
no more overtaking now.

©1999 Denison, Geihe, James, Park, Pfeifer