Black Door - The Fall

Why don’t you face up to it

If I was you

I’d have the deck at your rooftop

If I was you

Up from the poles, drug from the hills

Into your present delectation

You simply cannot prove your fog-accenting notions

You cannot prove your ragged affectations

All of you left your pals in desperation

Easter island profile and care from old inwardly chuckling

Chuckling inwardly

If I was you, I would not smile at present situations

If I was you, I’d never

If I was you, dig in the roof top

If I was you, I’d never dig at the root