I'm in the Doorway - Tricky, LA timpa

What would we gain

I can only pretend

I’m in the doorway

I’m in the doorway

Ended in the bayou

Would you think to free me

I can only sense things

Into something sort of

Into something sort of

Into something sort of

Into something sort of

Free fall, would you

Hidden values

Intervene, I’m freaking

And it’s so convenient

I’ll bring you greetings

And hidden meanings

Can you hear me breathing?

Can you feel me leaving?

Into something sort of

Into something sort of

Into something sort of

Into something sort of

Into something sort of

Into something sort of

Into something sort of

Into something sort of