Someone stands at the gate
and breathes smoke
the shadow over the garden
reaches into our kitchen
Here comes the fear, old friend
When all the butterflies in the stomach wake up
whispering welcome home
I count three, four, five
(lie for me, yes lie for me)
It is not the blows that are felt
(lie again)
There runs an invisible border
(lie for me, yes lie for me)
Through the eye of the needle
Someone stands at the door
And listens quiet
the shadow over the threshold
reaches into my room
Here comes the fear, now again
When all the butterflies in the stomach are needled up
to a pattern on my bed
I count three, four, five
(lie for me, yes lie for me)
It is not the blows that are felt
(lie again)
There runs an invisible border
(lie for me, yes lie for me)
Through the eye of the needle
I count three, four, five
(lie for me, yes lie for me)
It is not the blows that are felt
(lie again)
There runs an invisible border
(lie for me, yes lie for me)
Through the eye of the needle