Lletres: Mountain Goats, The. Pure Gold.

Hey don't touch the door

Because the door will surely kill you

I hear you saying that you don't see what I mean

Well you better look again

Stop looking at the floor

Because the whole building's

Turning and turning and turning

And don't touch the door

Can't you see the door's burning

And all at once

The street is filled with light

And all at once

The street is filled with sound

When I hold you I know

Our number's being called somewhere

Let them come on down