You open your eyes look around. You feel the earth it wanders -. Out from under your feet - the ground. Is not firm but soft and weak - like skin. under the touch cannot stop to falter. Now the damage is done the certainties gone. The spirit's altered. And now the angry morning. Gives the early signs of warning. You must face alone the plans you make. Decisions they will try to break. Our hands are tied on the table. Maybe you can try at the back door man. While the helpless line up on the doorsteps. 'Cause it's all they can do to try to get through. All of your life you've lived in a world as pure. As eden's sixth day - now all you've been allowed. Is taken away - they will not let you be so proud. And you have the fear growing inside. Protest follows far and wide - they'll see how long. It will take 'till you fall - from so much denied. Your soul - it aches relentless for the fear. That they will never guess - so unfair that. They can make you feel so small. And the fear you know is real. Our hands are tied on the table. Maybe you can try at the back door man. While the helpless line up on the doorsteps. 'Cause it's all they can do to try to get through. Oh 'cause it's all they can do to try to get through