Lyrics
Inside your mind,
There's a door in the corner of,
The moss and grape vines and leaves,
Neatly hiding from the ones,
Who could only see the plain,
View surface patterns,
But never bother to look beneath,
And the wood,
Is painted a fading black and red,
By the ancient hands of old.
They muttered curses beneath their breath,
And in frightened tones they warned,
Of the world beyond,
That mysterious, sullen frame,
Where I wish I could tell you things will become better,
But here there are no empty promises,
Just a searchlight upon the ever-crumbling wall,
We've camped all of ourselves on,
Dreaming of what always has made little sense,
So turn the brass knob,
Hear the creaking hinges ache,
The children's laughter fades away,
An unknown trail goes up the rise,
And extends far into the night,
No one knows where it goes,
No one knows what we might find,
But there are many things that could eat you alive,
And maybe you would be happier back there,
In the walled-off garden playing dress-up with the infants,
As the roles of kings and queens,
That you all wish you were,
Wearing paper crowns
Every night,
But one day you will,
Pace the hallway,
Waiting for the report,
On their vital signs,
Nurse comes in,
Says they're gone,
And you feel strange,
But you know inside,
There's an escape from this pain,
Close the door,
Nail the sides with barricades,
Give it a fresh layer of paint,
Hide the clearing away,
Grow a forest in it's place,
Put a dead-end sign up,
And walk yourself away,
And walk away,
