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作词 : Irons, Vedder

A man lies in his bed in a room with no door

He waits, hoping for a presence something, anything to enter

After spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank

As the ceiling at which he stared

He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing

So, is he?

When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him

By nine, he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact

No tradebacks...

So this is what it's like to be an adult

If he only knew now what he knew then...

I'm open... (2x)

Come on in... (4x)

I'm open... (2x)

Come on in... (4x)

I'm open...

Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers he decides to dream...

Dream up a new self for himself...