Our house wrapped in disrepairs
A small mouse peeked out from a hole beneath the stairs
nearby to where my dad sat in his favorite chair,
thinking about the government and, muttering a prayer.
So I scattered some oats in hope she'd stay
Then sat still to stop from scaring her away
but she hurried on her little way,
scurried around my mind ever since, every day
Open wide, my door,
My Lord, my Lord.
Open wide, my door,
to whatever makes me love you more.
Open wide, my door,
while there's still light to run towards
Open wide, my door
I'm water, you're the drywood
equal parts misguided and misunderstood
But all the neighborhood
watched the fire burn from where they stood
as the smoke said,
"We're not half as bad as God is good."
Still there's a whisper in my ear,
the voice of loneliness and fear
And I say, "Devil, disappear!"
I'm still technically a virgin after 27 years,
which never bothered me before,
what's maybe fifty more?
Open wide, my door,
My Lord, my Lord.
Open wide, my door,
to whatever makes me love you more.
Open wide, my door,
while there's still light to run towards
Open wide, my door
She came back for the oat,
but she brought along a "friend"
It never ends, it never ends
The harder the rain
the lower those flowers in the garden bend
It never ends, it never ends
I'd rather never talk again
than to continue to pretend this never ends
It never ends, it never ends
It never ends, it never ends
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