Chamber

It's the leaves in autumn And the bird in flight It's the world you're seeing in the dead of the night It's north on your compass And the wind in your sails Or the forward movement when all else fails Oh it's the empty chamber of a loaded gun It's the finish line of a race half run Oh it's the breath to a candle who's flame won't burn And if it's all of these things Why wouldn't you want it That much At all It's the snow in winter And the lion's roar Or the moves you're making when you're hungry for more Oh it's the smell of your best friend and the time it takes To know for sure if your heart can break Oh it's the empty chamber of a loaded gun It's the finish line of a race half run Oh it's the breath to a candle who's flame won't burn And if it's all of these things Why wouldn't you want it That much At all Oh it's the empty chamber of a loaded gun It's the finish line of a race half run It's the breath to a candle who's flame won't burn And if it's all of these things Why wouldn't you want it That much At all