The Dog At The Gate Lyrics

The Dog at the Gate

in the idle hour
before the fuss of day will drown me

in the shadow of clearing away

the last debris of what once was a life to be

"there might be a method to this madness"

"you can cry all wilderness

and hang on desperately
to your certainty and only fate

the clattering hoofs of a death to be"

"but there might be a method to this madness"

said the dog at the gate

grab your heart and breathe
get ready to meet your fate

before next door comes bashing through the wall

with the purging hammer of rude renewal

"there might be a method to this madness"

dog at the gate

I feel no pain...