Lyrics:

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's staring
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 trade-backs
So this is what it's like to be an adult
If he only knew now what he knew then

I'm open
I'm open

Come on in, come on in
Come on in, come on in

I'm open (ah)
I'm open (ah, ooh)

Come on in, come on in
Come on in, come on in

Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers, he decides to dream
Dream up a new self for himself