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