Crimson

There's something to be found
In the bottom of a cup
Never found before by human thoughts
And like the animal world dances on the edge of life
So I sit and breathe
And the postman barrages the door again
Now I'm sitting and wondering about her again
And the pictures in my mind
Take me to a darkened room, where
A simple chord change
Can rearrange time
And I know my place is with him again
In the polished clean hall with a gown again
With a bar of soap and a guard again
For the love of God don't let go of me.