Текст песни Wolfrider’s Reflection — The Door: Catatonia County Rag

I suppose it could be worse; you know, I could be parked outside With rain and snow to splatter me, and bird-lime on my hide. So here I sit by day and night, ten yards above the floor. You know, it isn’t easy being Door.

And here I am, a real open-and-shut case, A psychic-burnout catatonic nut case. I tangled with sweet Winnowill, and that’s where I went wrong. Now I just shut and open all day long.

They say some folks are humorless; they find laughter a bore. But elves should take a joke; we live a million years or more. Well, I sneaked hair-remover into Winnowill’s shampoo. So Winnowill played me a joke or two.

Now misery loves company, and I was all alone, And so I gave the walls a shake and made the ceiling groan. Sweet Winnie looked for earthquake faults until she found a trace, So now I’ve got a partner, name of Brace.

It’s a lousy life we lead here, but not so bad as some. Brace says we will elope someday, but someday never comes. So ’til someone come to free us, or Blue Mountain wears away, We sit, and shut, and open, night and day.

And here I am, a real open-and-shut case, A psychic-burnout catatonic nut case. I tangled with sweet Winnowill, and that’s where I went wrong. Now I just shut and open all day long, all day long. I just shut and open all day long.