My hole in the door sees people walking tall, and everything about them is inside out, reflecting on the wall. And now that I'm awake I find I'm holding her although she starts to snore, and seemingly the season of a summer craze is coming to a close...and she ignores me, long-haired hippy her face and all distorted by the GnT she says Hey man you seem to be losing your life to reality you should just come down and have fun...tomorrow never comes.
My hole in the door sees deep inside your soul, and understandably the music of a missionary's distinctly rock n roll. And now that I'm aware I find I'm old enough to recognise my home and merrily the method of a mad man is packed with undertones... and she distracts me, short-haired druggy - her eyes are all distorted by the LSD she says Hey man you seem to be losing your faith to a fallacy, you should wear this crucafix of sticks, calm down a little bit.
My hole in the door sees patterns on the floor and when I'm speaking sort of slow I hear the crackling of a crowd call out for more, and now that I'm aware of all my wicked ways I vow to make a change, but underneath a new disguise is the same old smile so it feels sort of strange...and she seduces me 19 and sweet, morals all distorted by the fine hashish she says, Hey man you seem to be losing your time to the rock band scene, Hey man you seem to be losing your mind to the rock band scene, Hey man you seem to be losing your life to the rock band scene, you ought to slow down a little bit..have another hit.
Cos my whole in the door sees people walking tall on these very streets we used play ball, Yes things were strange but least a democratic light held the days above our heads instead of this one way street and while the whole world bleeds they said the things they never saw the warning through their hole in the door, you're not watching us at all. we need your pressure we need your help, we're not on the shelf yet, but bet that this hunger will grow and people will turn hollow...you know what follows and all along you'll say you never saw the death throes at all through your own hole in the door.
My hole in the door sees deep inside your soul, and understandably the music of a missionary's distinctly rock n roll. And now that I'm aware I find I'm old enough to recognise my home and merrily the method of a mad man is packed with undertones... and she distracts me, short-haired druggy - her eyes are all distorted by the LSD she says Hey man you seem to be losing your faith to a fallacy, you should wear this crucafix of sticks, calm down a little bit.
My hole in the door sees patterns on the floor and when I'm speaking sort of slow I hear the crackling of a crowd call out for more, and now that I'm aware of all my wicked ways I vow to make a change, but underneath a new disguise is the same old smile so it feels sort of strange...and she seduces me 19 and sweet, morals all distorted by the fine hashish she says, Hey man you seem to be losing your time to the rock band scene, Hey man you seem to be losing your mind to the rock band scene, Hey man you seem to be losing your life to the rock band scene, you ought to slow down a little bit..have another hit.
Cos my whole in the door sees people walking tall on these very streets we used play ball, Yes things were strange but least a democratic light held the days above our heads instead of this one way street and while the whole world bleeds they said the things they never saw the warning through their hole in the door, you're not watching us at all. we need your pressure we need your help, we're not on the shelf yet, but bet that this hunger will grow and people will turn hollow...you know what follows and all along you'll say you never saw the death throes at all through your own hole in the door.