Knocking On Your Door Lyrics

Inside of the factory of dream worlds you'll find all the men who don't sleep

Those without pieces of puzzles and those without questions that creep

A miniature glance at their windows finds you a broken desire

A giggle a trace of disaster and a chance to be touched by the fire

How do you bring on that feeling?

How does it feel to be free?

How does it feel to be you?

When you're sitting there talking to me?

Where do you dance on the ceiling?

When everything drips to the floor?

How do you ask for the answers?

And how do I knock on the door?

Outside of this magical bubble you'll find all the peasants and thieves

Those without stars on their foreheads and those without one who believes

A miniature glance through their windows finds you alone on the wire

A blackbird a dust storm at sunset and a chance to be touched by the fire

So how do you bring on that feeling?

And how does it feel to be free?

How does it feel to be you?

When you're sitting there talking to me?

And why do you dance on the ceiling?

When everything drips to the floor?

How do you ask for the answers?

And how do I knock on the door?

If I asked you the best of my questions

And ignored all the magic I find

Would you ask me for twenty suggestions?

Would you let me inside of your mind?

Would you cut me a piece of our memories?

And top it with cherries and cream?

Would it take very long?

Would we live on a song?

Or remain here asleep in this dream?