And I don’t even know how I survive No I don’t even know if I’m alive Oh, oh, oh without you now This is what it feels like I won’t make it to the show without your light Nobody here knocking at my door The sound of silence I can’t take anymore Nobody

Baby, it's a fine line I'm holding on, you're holding back Can't you hear me knockin' at your door? But you're taking your sweet time In love, out of touch Baby, it's a real fine line Completely complacent So decidedly vacant I keep waiting for something

When the sky is gray And the moon is hate I'll be down to get you. Roots of earth will shake. Sinister purpose Knockin' at your door; Come and take my hand.

Find me out awalkin' time the whistle starts acallin' maybe stoppin' early knockin' at your door. Take so long to answer Lord knows it ain't the milkman would be stoppin' early sellin' door to door. This off'll get the stain out

I've been up, I've been down I've been kicked to the ground But I can't get my mind off of you So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong Hopin' you wanted me to I'm better than I was before I'm knocking at your door I'm coming back for more I keep

Blow our soul away Well I'm scared of my reflection Is it mine or is it yours? And I swear I hear the knockin' But there's no one at the door. Don't think I'm losing my perspective Cause I know one thing for sure They've been watching, they've been

Dancing with the devil on the 13th floor Non stop knocking on heaven's door Thinking faster flirting with disaster plastered I'm your puppet master pushin' proper data Watch the city steal your soul as the drugs take control And the problems of the world

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,

You can't get enough Girl, you know I set it up for after dark In a whip so low, no one's gotta know No one's gotta know (after dark) Knocking at your door, I don't gotta work anymore I don't gotta work no more (after dark) You can put your phone down

Overpowered by funk, funk out Don't you love our Western ways? If you ain't reggae for it, funk out No-one knocking at your door, funk out It's combatative, repetitive Don't life just funk you out? Asinine, stupefying Can the clone-line dry you out? Part