How can this fire, so young at heart,
Lounge so close to me and break a smile?
Smile and disclose that everything's alright,
Whilst clinging desperately to muzzled hands.

Disclosing how hysteria should be,
It should be calm- and it shouldn't worry.
When your throat is dry, eaten alive,
Say what is yet to come is yet to come.

So each and every door slams in my face,
And you were my solution and my key,
To a warmer, richer, sweeter better place,
And you melt the bolt and set me free.

Say, yet to come is always to love meadows,
And yieldingly, you want mayhem to be,
Contented when the younger days aren't now.
Then how could this climb go on?

When you're welcome, you've been eaten alive,
Electric nurses drone like glowing tubes,
To demonstrate their neglect, and blink their neon eyes,
Their talent is calculated in amperes.

So each and every door slams in my face,
And you were my solution and my key,
To a warmer, richer, sweeter better place,
And you melt the bolt and set me free.

And in this synthetic opulence,
Bereft of domicile and destiny,
Just spotless to the point of sterilized,
Capture your final glimpse of the world.

So each and every door slams in my face,
And you were my solution and my key,
To a warmer, richer, sweeter better place,
And you melt the bolt and set me free.



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    General CommentThe futility of society- this is a wonderful, yet highly cryptic social commentary. Morris shows his songwriting genius off to extremes with this one!
    ghmfanon May 27, 2005   Link

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