There's a foot in the door, or maybe it's jammed
The hinges are stuck on the frame.
The bolts must be rusted, the handle won't move
Who could there be – no one – to blame

Across there's a window. The glass is torn off
The screen is slashed down the side
The stars have all come out, the night sky is clear
The blue breeze cools me, chills me, hides me

I am stuck in a castle, a dilapidated palace
There is no way out
If I fly, I will fall; if I jump, I will die.
The world calls me, it shouts, it yells; I run.

Where to?
Nowhere
No one
Nothing. I am a bird caught in a cage.

There's a foot in the door, or it could just be jammed
The hinges are stuck to the frame.
The bolts are just rusted, or that's what it seems
There is no one to blame but me.