A man lies in his bed in a room with no door
He waits hoping for a present
Something, anything to enter
After spending half his life searching
He still felt as blank
As the ceiling at which he's stared
He's alive
But feels absolutely nothing
So, is he?
When he was six he believed
That the moon overhead followed him
By nine he had deciphered the illusion
Trading magic for fact
No trade backs
So this is what it's like to be an adult
If he only knew now what he knew then
I'm open
I'm open
Come in, come in
Come in, come in
I'm open
(Aah)
I'm open
(Aah, aah)
Come in, come in
Come in, come in
Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers
He decides to dream
Dream up a new self
For himself