Placed behind door number 3
I lay shaking, will he pick me?
Don't be alarmed or misinterpret
For it's his anonymity that put me here
I should decide whether it's
The dopamine or someone hitting "refresh" on my
Spinal
Chord is aching as if the earth
Like me
Been shaking, shaken up
Door number 3 has opened up
And like that the world pounces on the knobs of one and two
"If we can't have it all, then why have anything at all?"
They chant
Their song sending shivers up and down, around my
Spinal
Chord is aching as if the earth
Like me
Been shaking, shaken
Up and
Into the place we know will give the
Verdict
Then finding that there's something in the
Something in the
Something in the water
But I can't seem to put my gla** down
Maybe because soon I'll be inside
Drowning in it's confines
Pounding on the gla** like I were five
I can't remember what it was I felt
Or heard, or saw, or touched after hearing the word "hello"
Dancing figures intimate, I know
But there was more involved that made me believe
That there were two of them and only one of me
It gets harder to see them as the water rises, as I criticize it
It's his eye, it fills the gla**, it's all that I could ask for
He is drowning in the same room as me
And it's the very thing that makes me believe
That there are two of him and only one of me
Let me bathe amidst my ignorance, ignorance
As if I were asleep, as if I were asleep