I have heard the wound is the place where light enters you
And the smallest things can hold the entire universe
It's all semantics from a philosophical viewpoint
Where galaxies can be tasted on the edge of lips
We all have the desire to be lamps, lifeboats and ladders
To save lives and be heroes
I'm telling you to it's okay
To save just one
And to let that be your own
It's allowed and everything else does not matter
From the inside I cannot explain it
And from the outside you will never understand
I have searched for answers holding the refrigerator door open
But what I really want to know is how far Gods house is
I want to take refuge at the scapegoats residents
There I want to overstay my welcome