So you're the man with a mansion
On the hill, like the fool you have built
But they say you're on wisdom
With your words, be careful what you spill

And you open wide, all your doors at night
And let the people through
And you tell them of an eventful life
And every word, every word is right
But very rarely [bad word] 

And in our minds there are mansions
Just like yours that will mean that much to you
And we are seeing the answers
But like you, they will never be fulfilled

In the past you'll find you had once denied, the very thing you do
And you cannot see that throughout your life
Everything was, everything was right

So you open wide, all your doors at night
And let the moonlight through
And you contemplate on a buried life
And every thought is, every thought is right
But very rarely [bad word] 

Every word is right
And very rarely [bad word]