Greetings

Greetings...

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

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

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.