Swing The Cellar Door Songtext

sitting in the kitchen wondering how it is i'll tell you this

when the phone rings, so i start right in then:

we are shells or instruments, inside there's sound that speaks to us

if you listen, and i've been listening



and i'm sorry to reduce you to this useless imagistic bullshit

but maybe that's all i've got

maybe that's all i've got

sorry to confuse you with some foolish thing that misses truth
but maybe that's all we are

around a brightly dying star



these spiralled shells, so sexual, could out-reveal the texts we dwell upon,

or maybe not, but certainly

a sound that's free can open me and easily

just rip my heart out, and start me shouting:



this is how i feel... listen



i'm sorry to reduce you to this useless imagistic bullshit

but maybe that's all i've got

maybe that's all i've got

sorry to abuse you with this ruthlessly sadistic music

but maybe that's all i want

(i'm just a really pretentious guy)



but wait! wait! wait! wait! wait! wait!

before you go, i want you to know

all that you were, and the sound that you made when you moved

before you leave, i need you to see

all that you mean, you would hardly believe it



you would hardly believe it...

if i could just speak it...



but this is how i feel...