Use your intuition

It′s all you've got

Keys are rareAnd there′s a thousand locks

Standing in your way

So goes the gold age

Of your tired life

Digging for a way

You cast a spell

Carve a path from all the things they sell

But they don't let go

Just thought you should know

Keys are rare

I know what I know

Would not fill a thimble

So let your mind go

Straight down the wrong way

Does one want to

Get more used to

The mall and misery

The dead mouths it costs to be alive

Oh she lies half burning

From the biting cold

If only to learn

What you've never been told

There′s a real world

Somewhere a good girl

Lives and breathes

Part of her opened the callow mind

Ideas stolen in the morning tide

There′s a dark time

This is your dark rhyme

Feel your heart

I know what I know

Would not fill a thimble

So let my mind go

Straight down the wrong way

Does one want to

Get more used to

The mall and misery

The dead mouths it costs to be alive