A glorious dream where I had to cross a long dangerous wooden bridge at night
In the pure depth of blackness beneath in some dystopian area
It led to a building
Before me there were cowards
Telling me I shouldn't go in
But I did it anyway
I somehow knew how to cross the bridge carefully,
And I made it
Inside the door was a room with indigenous furniture
And the walls looked like the dawn
Come on down to the door
You can play some more, and more, and more
Come on open the door
You can find some more, and more, and more
Come on down to the door
You can play some more, and more, and more
Come on open the door
You can find some more, and more, and more
Come on open the door
You can pray some more, and more, and more
Come on down to the door
You can make some more, and more, and more
Come on down to the store
You can buy some more, and more, and more
Come on open the door
You can find some more, and more, and more