Fill up your doorway
Let your teeth sleep next to the corners
Of all you can hang on to
Before they whistle you away
Glue your eyes to every keyhole
Where you watch everything rock slowly
As the tarnished gold shakes up your bones
Everything will start to spin
When you can't walk up the stairs
Because of all the things that try and impair you
I'll keep you at the bottom
Until you know you could get back up
And if you can't drive to your doormat
Because of the scuffs your guests have left...
You can have my ears when you have have had enough
Cut your telephone cord
And rest your head beside the people
Who won't leave their feet in cement
Before they send you off to sea
Keep your feet from ever touching
The sand that sleeps underneath you
As you drift towards the borders
Of a land you cannot see
Stretch your eyes onto a bright light
Hoping your sockets could be inspired
Let them forget about you slowly
Then return yourself to me
I'll revive your broken fingertips
Damaged from holding on too long..
Bet that soon you'll be just where you ought to be
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