You come into the threshold of another
You're running from the "demons" that
Would drag you down again
Illusions of the world are spinning out of
Time and frame and simplicity
You're such a sad-eyed girl
You're so sad in your sub-plot
What is this, what is this, this mess of my existence is
All these politics of life and death and relevance
You cry and your eyes burn
What's more to your story
Despite why your eyes burn
I seek and find the ole merchant
Why does water deep dry out?
Another morning it comes running
Up your bedpost with the wind
You face yourself just like you always
The mortal coil of image, inner
And so you keep it on the down-low
Hiding all the secrets that are down below
And so you keep it on the down-low
Tell me baby was it worth it all
Oh just take it all, make it work and make some sense