You'll knock on my door

Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried altogether
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes and on your own, bedshaped
and legs of stone.

You'll knock on my door and up we'll go
in white light...
I don't think so
But what do I know?

And I don't understand the same things as you
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll follow me back

With the sun in your eyes

And on your own