Oh, my hopeless wanderer You can't come in You don't live here anymore Oh, some creepy conjurer Who touched the rim Whose hands are in the door
I need soothing My lips aren't moving My God is brooding
Drawn in chalk across the floor You made it yours Your private door to my room May those who find you find remorse A change of course, a strange discord resolved
I need soothing My lips aren't moving My God is brooding