Dweller On the Threshold

Hey mister, can you help me
I'm looking for a room
It's red and black with chevrons
Beyond the cosmic womb

But I don't
Know how to get back home

I've seen it out in the trees
Scorched oil and sycamores
Obscure the muffled screams

Moving slow and below

Passing through the red drapes
Fear in the corridor
The man from another place
A backwards conspirator

But I won't
Know how to get back home

To save her from the dead cold
Like the dweller on the threshold
From now until the old

But I don't seem to know when I am



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Davenport
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