A Knock Upon The Door Lyrics - Wit's End - Cass Mccombs

Hell! sang the young minstrel, hang tightly to your purses! 

Bitter winter on this blonde city and utter curses! 

The song ended and the onlookers did roar 

Were I sincere, you bet Id hear 

A knock upon the door 

Hell! went the Muse, intent, you take me for granted! 

Youve made me a harlot, if I may be candid! 

The label dropped her, not before they shopped her in a bidding war 

Were I sincere, you bet Id hear 

A knock upon the door 

The tired minstrel, leaving town, heard the Muses weeping 

He turned up the Elvis tape in his grey car, creeping 

Sex and Death! Was I not the breadth among the two? she poured 

Were you sincere, I bet youd hear 

my knock upon your door! 

He said, Dear Muse, Come here! Need a lift somewhere? 

Youve got the wrong man, I was only kidding back there. 

I worship you! Forgive me for behaving like such a boor. 

I am sincere: I hope to hear 

Your knock upon my door! 

The Causeless Cause of Flawless Flaws has video on you. She scorned. 

Evidence, in none defense, should I have you burned, deformed. 

Hey! Hell is real and so will be your sores! 

Heck with sincere, hark, I hear 

A knock upon the door. 

The derisive Muse said, your therapy isnt working, is it? 

Memphis huckster-Hitler-hustler! Arent you a Clear yet? 

Always brooding the meaning of sex, pretending to be poor. 

Klock is here! Hark, I hear 

A knock upon the door. 

His head throbbed under her voice, ubiquitous and soft 

Beads streamed from his hair, soaking his black t-shirts cloth 

gut feeling was to leave her words on the cutting-room floor 

He thought, If I stay here, Ill never hear 

That knock upon the door 

Muse, exhausted, peered the accosted, her hand on her abdomen 

A human voice to her songs, she could not condemn 

Because of a communion they had had of yore 

The blessed day is near, soon theyll hear 

A knock upon the door