Barricade

sweaty palms and cluttered mind
 slouch on the couch with me
 dizzy, nervous, we probably don't deserve it
 we might as well try and see
 don't be afraid of the mess we made
 do a little dance on the barricade
 i heard your lonely knock at the door
 so glad you could make it
 i'm no sure what i can do you for
 but i'm good i can fake it, tonight
 don't be afraid of the mess we made
 do a little dance on the barricade
 clear your throat and speak your mind
 don't hold back on me
 did we lose that ancient connection
 killing time when it moved too slow
 another companion lost to the canyon
 sunk to the bottom of the river below
 i've never seen you so down before
 so nervous and churning
 your little cloud is now a lightning storm
 the forest is burning, tonight