the lobby door swings open;
salvation must be close.

his voice is like the deep nighttime piano melody
that your mother used to sing to you
as you tried to fall asleep
and forget.

the crescendo of his statement
plays through your mind again;
(can i come up?)
it's about to end
(just like your fairytale)
but he's already taking the stairs
two at a t i m e.

the keys of his chorus
must be sharp, you think;
because it takes a dangerous pick
to unlock your heart.