I wait with trepidation in a catatonic state of gloom
I hear you knocking on the door, imploring entrance to this room
Stirring consciousness, an opportune time to confess
I am desperate to be released from this dismal place
my longings logged, I climb the walls of my own making
Waiting...
Stirring consciousness and I begin to second guess
is the prospect of emerging from this place in my best interest? (Is it in my best Interest?)
Still I am desperate to be released from this dismal place
my longings logged, I climb the walls of my own making
my longings logged, I climb the walls of my own making
A steady stream of morse code tidings coming through loud and clear
Distressed my reply: S.O.S.! (S.O.S.!)
I want to let you in, but astigmatism impairs my vision
from detecting the deadbolt to unlock the door of this prison
I am desperate, so desperate...
I am desperate to be released from this dismal place
my longings logged, I climb the walls of my own making
my longings logged, I climb the walls of my own making
A steady stream of morse code tidings coming through loud and clear
Greetings.
Written by Matthew Clifford (Copyright 2010)
These lyrics are from the perspective of a reluctant receiver of the Biblical passage of Revelation 3:20.
