Behind Closed Doors
I was lost on a stream, was coming from somewhere with nowhere to lead
That could be you in 40 years time, and until then we've got mountains to climb
It's up, up, up, and it's down, down, down, and in between it's up, up, up, and it's down, down, down
I was lost on a stream, was coming from somewhere with nowhere to lead
It's up, up, up, and it's down, down, down, and in between we've got oceans to drown
The dirty old bum who found me in your bed, was dreaming of me though I was hell
Stumbling out on his hands without sound, everyone's quiet so you turn to the ground
The ground has no stories to tell us at all, but if you dig deep enough you can hear someone call
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
If you could remember all that you see, all of your thoughts and all of your dreams
Would you lift something out and keep it up high? Would you take it out in the deserts to try?
The boxes you keep deep inside of your soul, are holding more than they can hold
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
The time when you first saw me is old, but I'm the one you're running from
So if you are not in this picture at all, where in the hell did you go so far?