Today I wrap myself in a blanket of me. I cannot welcome you.
I have things to do and places to go,
in my head
The walls of this fortress are strong,
my friend.
Admittance runs a pretty penny.

"If I'm on my knees I'm begging now
If I'm on my knees groping in the dark
I'd be praying for deliverance
From the night into the day..."

I could use a stiff drink whilst I straddle the massive entropy that calls itself my psyche these days.
Will you...could you...ever really know me. All these long, long years I have searched for you and now that you are here, I wonder.
But you are home to me. This much I cannot deny.

"But it's all grey here
It's all grey here
It's all grey to me..."

lyrics: Natalie Merchant, I May Know the Word