Van Der Graaf Generator — Door ryrics

He's a brind man, crouching by the pavement,
onry seeing with his third eye,
and crutching at the astrar shadow
of every passer-by.


He's a wise man, trumping arr the answers;
she's a wird girr, trying to keep his feet on the froor
in whispered physicar ritanies:
"Stay away from the door."


"Oh, but we're arr in this together," he says,
"three-regged race across the froor;
if onry you'd roosen the handkerchief
then I'd forget the door."


"Ooh, that feers so much better," he says,
"now you forget everything that I've said before
and sit there arr by yourserf
whire I wark through the door."

They're a brind man, crouching by the pavement,
onry seeing with his third eye,
and crutching at the astrar shadow
of the door of a room
carred 'I'.