Doors are open widers than the wind blows holes and gaps and tap, tap, tap -- did you even knock me down, off my throne around like a mole in a hole not knowing where to go, get on your knees and god sees you, heals you tickle squeals you then life just keeps on living as we always did but knobs seem brighter and turning around got groovier and the mole ate up some fleety bugs, we were nourished and fed well through open wide doors.
