Lyrics I'm in the Doorway - Tricky, LA timpa

I'm in the Doorway

What would we gain
I can only pretend
I’m in the doorway
I’m in the doorway
Ended in the bayou
Would you think to free me
I can only sense things
Into something sort of
Into something sort of
Into something sort of
Into something sort of
Free fall, would you
Hidden values
Intervene, I’m freaking
And it’s so convenient
I’ll bring you greetings
And hidden meanings
Can you hear me breathing?
Can you feel me leaving?
Into something sort of
Into something sort of
Into something sort of
Into something sort of
Into something sort of
Into something sort of
Into something sort of
Into something sort of