Deep All The Way Down

Paralyzed on the music hall floor, and I smile to the sages at the box office door
I should want to deliver my sound, but I fear there is nothing in my deep all the way down
Half of the song I stole from a stranger
Half of the song I made in my head
But I won't talk about it much more
I'm afraid there is nothing in my true to the life, deep in the dark core
On a slant I awaken at night to a twist of the keyhole and the hallway light
Devil walks to the foot of my bed, lays a hand on my notebook, kisses my head
Half of the soul I stole from a stranger
Half ot the song I made for myself
But I can't think about it much more
I'm afraid there is nothing in my core
I believe there is something in my true to the life, deep in the dark core