We're claustrophobic

Crushed up

Stifled

Closed in

Can't we keep the knife from cuttin' too deep!

We're struggling

And stammering for things to make sense

Those things

Those things don't make no sense

Don't make no sense

The doors are always

OPEN

Always

And always

CLOSED

Sweepin' swiftly 'n

Snatchin' up the children!

Now

They're fed by the hand

Weeping gently down. gently down...

Living like that...

Shut up in a little glass box

Afraid of the dark...

At a LOSS of words

Second guessing myself

To take the easy way out...

Can you steady the seasick?

There's a height in every depth

Now we're stuck in a Stinch