Oh water faced people
I want to be a door!
I want to articulate
The sun and more
Oh black-drench criers
I want to be a door!
I want to give to you
That glistening shore

Oh young cog-wheel kids
I want to write youíre words
Iím a mute prophet now
So give to me youíre swords
Oh you skin-shaved sons
I want to be a door
You have no tears to fear
Of this you can be sure

Oh my disregard saint
I want to scribe you tongues
And after you soul was stole
From inside youíre lungs
Oh my ice-carved boys
I want to be a door
You can forget my names
I can get some more

Oh my bleach-kissed girls
I want to say you lived
And all the mouths they take
Is not all you can give
Oh my moon-caked teens
I want to be a door
The graying paintings are
Now on the floor

And youíre already in me!
And youíre already in me!