After the fact it's hard to explain
I think I went in to get out of the rain
But all that really doesn't matter now
There was nothing that told, nothing that warned
Just a path that looked a little forlorn
On a dead-end street that made me uneasy somehow

In the House of Confusion
Lit by the lamp of fantasy
Was it truth or illusion?
I don't know - You tell me

There was dirt on the window and dust on the stair
Nothing in the room but an old vinyl chair
I don't need to tell you I wasn't jumping for joy
I called out, "Where has everybody gone?"
Someone left the record player on
Marc Bolan singing "Twentieth Century Boy"

Now I don't know what's real and what is not
I might have known once but I forgot
I crossed the threshold and something occurred
The clock struck zero and time stood still
The rain doesn't stop and it never will
I can assure you that every line is blurred

I was dancing, I was acting coy
In the arms of a twentieth century boy
I introduced myself, said, "It's such a shame
I only know you by your Christian name"
He nodded once and he faded away
But I could swear I heard him say
"Welcome to the House of Confusion"


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