Porter

Coz I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths that we all default to

It’s weird to think each one is someone's daughter

Coz I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths that we all default to

It’s weird to think each one is someone's daughter

Cell One is a little padded palace

Within which lives a little girl named Alice

For half her life in that room she has been banished

She drinks from the wrong side of the chalice, the girl’s damaged

Each day when I arrive at the front gate

I hear her happy little voice say "You're late, you're late, you're late"

Always talking to the friends in her head

Running round her cell and playing under her bed

At lunchtimes I go listen to her mad chatter

Matter of fact, tea parties with a limited platter

She won’t touch her lunch unless it's labelled completely

With little tags saying either ‘drink me' or 'eat me'

She's never any hassle, bashful battles with validity

Always mad polite in spite of all the instability

Handles the containment and displacement just formidably

Hates the locking doors but by the morning she's forgiven me

Coz I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths that we all default to

It’s weird to think each one is someone's daughter

Coz I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths that we all default to

It’s weird to think each one is someone's daughter

Cell Four'll be Dorothy, sweet little thing

Always likes to chat and smile and dance and sing

It's startling when you start to think

Of how you might react to this darker thing

She believes that she travelled to a far-away land

And havoc was wreaked by her own fair hand

She killed a woman by mistake straight away on arriving

Then formed a gang to go and hunt and kill the victim's sibling

It's kinda fucked up, they killed wolves and crows

As they trod a bloodstained path along a yellow bricked road

And once they'd killed their second victim, they still weren't done

This posse bounded on and hounded some old man for fun

She tells her story with a smile while not the slightest flicker

Of rigour lingers as this princess clicks the heels on her slippers

I kinda hear a solemn mumble as I close the cell door

"Mr Porter, we ain't in Kansas no more"

Coz I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths that we all default to

It’s weird to think each one is someone's daughter

Coz I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths that we all default to

It’s weird to think each one is someone's daughter

One more door, let's jaw about Wendy

Always looking forlorn sat by her window like a sentry,

Hope of entry is empty due to bars and grating

But she still sits staring at the stars just waiting

Carved in her heart an outline never, never fading

A figure, hands on hips, feet never never quaking

Memories of a kiss, hands never never shaking

Her grasps on this dream of hers never, never breaking

Years back you often hear her talking at night, about pirate's adventures and mind propelled flight

I know what you're thinking, absolutely batshit, factually inaccurate, engaging the inanimate

She's say "I believe in fairies" as she rang a little bell

And yeah that's kinda crazy but it's harmless as well

She harnessed herself apart from this hell and started a well that through her dreams broke the fucking bars to this cell

Coz I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths that we all default to

It’s weird to think each one is someone's daughter

Coz I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths that we all default to

It’s weird to think each one is someone's daughter