When you're looking out at all the roses and the poppies
In the gardens of your making
Through the windows and the curtains
You are wondering and waiting
When you're well enough to smell them
When you'll feel the soil, not dust and oil
Then in purple dreams where there is something at the threshold
And it wants to take you with it so you rush to lock the latchet
And you're just too terrified to fasten as the presence pushes towards you
So you run down corridors to waking midnight
And what are you waiting for now
Fly down, open the door now
Dry mouthed and trying
Caked eyes and aching neck
Sweated sheets surround your bedside
How will you get it back
Nightly you wonder if there's an end to this
Riding a tiger, playing the mandolin
And what are you waiting for
Jump from your curtained bed, yeah
Dash to the foyer
Open up and let it in
And what are you waiting for now
Fly down, open the door now
What are you waiting for now
The threshold is waiting
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Lalalalalala lala lalalalalala lala
Lalalalalala lala lalalalalala lala
Aaaaaa Aaaaaaa