You Are A Gun To My Head

You are a gun to my head
Like Russian Roulette
The chamber spins
Our fate is set
Without seeing
We breathe deep the life of air around
And hope it will not be our last.
And as the click of empty chamber passes
So our breath will out
To breathe again
and set the fatal chamber
spinning one more time

You are a gun to my head
I am hostage
to your needs
afraid to move
in case the trigger falls
and rips the life from me
like night and day;
To breathe again
and wait in peace sublime
we watch the fatal chamber
spinning one more time