The key won't turn in the lock I've tried everything apart from knock Twisted it, bit it, bent it, the lot! The key won't turn in the godforsaken lock
Peaking through the windows; a scene fit for a king, A spread as far as I can see and a pool for me to swim, Life seems carefree in there, all void of awe and shock, Unfortunately for me, the key won't turn in the lock.
Frantic now as my mood begins to change, Left out in the cold like I am the one that is strange, Why won't they let me in? Or do they intend to mock? Don't they know my key won't turn in the lock?!
Twisting it with anger, faster and faster, Can't remember life before this task became my master, I want what is inside and what's in there is ad hoc, The only thing stopping me is my key stuck in the lock.
We all have that vision, of a perfect house and home We follow it so vigorously we end up sad and alone If I was taught from infancy how to follow what is true, I'd probably realise I have the wrong house, and no longer bother you.