Door 歌词

He's a blind man, crouching by the pavement, Only seeing with his third eye, And clutching at the astral shadow Of every passer-by. He's a wise man, trumping all the answers; She's a wild girl, trying to keep his feet on the floor In whispered physical litanies: "stay away from the door." "oh, but we're all in this together," he says, "three-legged race across the floor; If only you'd loosen the handkerchief Then i'd forget the door." "ooh, that feels so much better," he says, "now you forget everything that i've said before And sit there all by yourself While i walk through the door." They're a blind man, crouching by the pavement, Only seeing with his third eye, And clutching at the astral shadow Of the door of a room Called 'i'.