Illustrate the door,
they left wanting more.
Don't say a word,
what you want isn't in this world.

Oh, dear lord,
Is it me?, I implore.
The disc spins once more,
playing the song of our souls.

Sail, I'm on the floor,
lying down, underground.
I'm dead now, my son.
I don't see the sound,
Not anymore.

Don't leave me alone,
It's not fun, so...
There's the door.
Your dear hands are the tool.