Mechanism of Inspiration

INSIDE MY SOUL I HEAR KNOCKING

OH, I CAN HEAR IT SO OFTEN

I SIT IN A QUIET PLACE

WAITING WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN

IRON GATES OPEN

SLIGHTLY AS ALWAYS

I GOTTA ONE SECOND

TO GRASP THE RIGHT TIME

INVISIBLE HANDS WANT TO OPEN THE DOOR

CONCEPTIONS COME OUT OF MY MIND

I AM A BLINDMAN

I CATCH JUST PIECES

I BLUNDER HERE LIKE AN OUTCAST

DIRTY CRIMINAL

SOMETIMES I SEE

A STUNNING SCENE

ONE THOUSAND SUNS

POURING OVER ME

AND FOR AWHILE I FEEL

THAT I HAVE LEARNED THE ANSWER

WAS IT ALL REAL?

COULD IT BE MY CRY?

INVISIBLE HANDS CLOSE THE DOOR

CONCEPTIONS FADE AWAY

I AM A BLINDMAN

I CATCH JUST PIECES

I BLUNDER HERE LIKE AN OUTCAST

DIRTY CRIMINAL