If the keys in my hand
Turned a lock of your hair
I would walk through the glance
But I'd stop at the stair
And I'd follow it down
To the very last step
And I'd wait by the room where your secrets are kept
Singing hmmm
If you beckoned me in
I would hang my black hat
On a bottle of pain by your hurricane lamp
Then I'd search every shelf
With that flame as my guide
And I'd burn every book with a villain inside
Singing hmmm
Then I'd march through the door
To your parlor of need
Where the glass on the floor
Would make weaker men bleed
But the weight of my words
Would turn slivers to dust
And I'd pace
For as long
As I live
If I must
Then I'd tiptoe outside
I'd admire the hedge
And I'd climb up your walls to the very top ledge
Then I'd pause for a time
And I'd look at your world
And I'd fashion a rhyme for a lost little girl
Singing hmm
Hmmmm mmmm

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