lyrics
There's a steel door, Mama
I used to care about it
But Mama, I don't care about it now
There's a long hallway, Mama, deep underground
I guess I'll lay some footprints down
There's a crystal dream whispering
I can't make the voices stop
Mama, I sit and think about it sometimes
Deep underground, while the clock hands race around
And 'round
And Mama, when I try to write it out in words
I can't find the words, and I can't find the pen
I can't suffocate a cynical laugh
I know you send a useless prayer to heaven on my behalf
So thank you for that
There's a torchlight Mama, through the window of your eye
But Mama, I can't talk about it now
There's a secret scene, Mama, deep underground
I guess I'll lay some footprints down
While the clock hands race around,
And round and round
I wonder, what's a dream for
If not to come true?
What's a door for, if not to open?
What's a torch for, if not to show
The way things really are?
There's a long hallway, Mama
Deep underground
I guess I'll lay some footprints down
credits
from
Ziklag Offramp,
released April 5, 2013
Lyrics by Tim Lappala, music by Robin.
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