Ira Marlowe - The Doubter's Bible - Lyrics

Ira Marlowe - The Doubter's Bible - Lyrics - The Doubter's Bible

THE DOUBTER'S BIBLE

The mad surrealist doctor of perfection
Living in my forehead, looking out from either eye
Led me to the top of his impossible invention
And dropped me in the limbo where I lie

And if I lost you
If I lost you it was all because of him
Telling me to dangle from that limb
And now I'm falling
Yes, I'm falling from the sky
As if I'm free

A certain wicked witch I'll call Ophelia
Flew into my window, I was all of seventeen
And underneath the blankets she revealed to me a danger
I could never have forseen

But Hef the Goatboy had a few suggestions
How to get ahead before we shed this mortal coil
I preferred his answers to my questions
Raise a glass to him when you think in my direction

And if I lost you
If I lost you it was all because of them
People who I once considered friends
And now they're back again
They're banging at my door
As if I'm free
As if I'm free

One day I will write the Doubter's Bible
Every word of all I still believe
Written in defense of every day I still make sense of
Every song that rings true
Every memory of you

And if I lost you
If I lost you it was all because of me
Somebody the mirror couldn't see
But now I'm learning
And I'm turning up the road
As if I'm free
As if I'm free
As if I'm free