The Devil In My Doorway Scapegoat (Charlotte)

Well you walk like an angel
And block out the sun
But you creep like a demon
And shoot like a gun

And you sing of a sorrow
That's yours and your own
But you fail to fathom
Fail to face your own reflection
Reap the harvest you've unconsciously sewn

I hear their words in my head
Singing the songs of the dead
Lions, tigers, bears and wolves share my bed
I hear their words in my head
Singing the songs of the dead
Lions, tigers, bears and wolves in my bed

I've a ghost in my basement
And I wrestle him around
And I know he's got a secret
That's waiting to be found

And there's a devil in my doorway
And he interrupts my dreams
But he runs away when I wake to meet me maker
Meet the man behind the curtain at its seams