Down along the hallway and in through the doorway to escape into another day a million miles away, but be careful what you wish for,
a door's not always the door that you're looking for, some lead to dark passages where darker messages pass before your eyes, some lead to your demise,
but we're living in the here and fear's a game like jeopardy, go on, he says, question me, and I have no answer to that.
Everything I paint gloss white to stand as beacons to the night, they'll tell you, he's not right in the head and head for the hallway and doorway instead.