When you were younger you were impossible to see
But the curse has since worn away keeping you here with me
So now you'll wander the earth more than conceptually
Just you and your hollow thoughts
Oh what more could you need?
Now aren't you something to see?
Of this I'm sure: you could use a giant door
To slam behind you on your way to the floor
I hope you'll learn to leave before they throw you out
For all we could know, you weren't even allowed
Don't they tend to get loud?
Of this I'm sure: you could use a giant door
To slam behind you on your way to the floor
She will say the word so you will know it's her
If she says it twice, pretend that you already heard