Ooh, the ideas at the end of my rope At the end of my rope the ideas That make perfect sense in their context But still perplex when the heart heals Sometimes I'm sorry that I've made friends with old lovers Sometimes I'm sorry that I've made love with old friends They're all dreams come true within dreams where you woke up and you knew
You couldn't fall asleep again Ooh when the night's coming up through the floor When the night's coming up through the floor Everyone who'd tried to get inside They've returned and pried open the door