Keys

I've got a number of keys

No doors to unlock

There's a hole in my wall

That lacks the capacity to shock

I'm nowhere, looking at something

I oughta be seein'

What started up in my head

Ended out in my fingers

Now I'm sleepless in bed

As the last notes linger

In our mystery room

That's called a "winning combination"

With 14 pairs

Bringing 28 days

Filling every cup

Left in the hands of the saps that stay

We're all watching, waiting

For the building to crumble

And it's hard

It seems unnatural

And the best days aren't days at all

It's not

As if your violence and virtue

Is virtual, oh not at all

Go bye to your mouth

Stretching something to say

Fumbling around in the dark

As your hypnotist waves

You're towards a throne

That's up in flames

Away some distance

You got ahold of yourself

You got your imagery

You got a grip on your health

You got possibility

You're hoping for less collision

In your future

Watching you moving upward

You sing yourself out of the cold

You make a cut with your knife

Ah, you drink and you never get old

When your heart stops beating

That's when you start needing some real help

And it won't be hard

It'll feel so natural

And the best days aren't days at all

It's not as if your violence and virtue

Is virtual, oh not at all