Visitor

Nocturnal Reunion: Embracing Shadows and Old Friendships
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Lyrics

Knock, knock on the window pane

Feeling a presence or disturbance, represented by a knock on the window.

Who could it be? Mere trees?

Wondering about the identity of the visitor, considering the possibility of it being just trees.

This late… perhaps it’s thieves

Suspecting potential danger or intrusion, especially at this late hour.

Primal fears in me ingrained

Referring to deep-seated, instinctive fears that are part of the speaker's nature.


I stick my finger through the blinds

Physically interacting with the blinds, attempting to see outside.

I strain my sight to penetrate the night

Struggling to see clearly in the darkness outside.


A scratch upon the window sill

Noticing a scratch on the window sill, disrupting the speaker's sleep.

Tosses my slumber away

The disturbance interrupts the speaker's rest from the night before.

Two hours since yesterday

Time has passed since the previous day.

I sit up straight and listen, still

Alert and attentive, listening to the surroundings.


I stick my finger through the blinds

Repeating the action of physically engaging with the blinds to see outside.

I strain my sight to penetrate the night

Continued effort to see through the darkness outside.


I get armed and wary

Becoming defensive and cautious.

To let the outside creep in

Willing to let the outside world in, metaphorically speaking.

Left fist clenched tight, knuckles white

Physically tense and ready to confront potential threats.

I’m greeted by his sheepish, shy grin

Encountering a familiar, yet sheepish and shy, face.


Vile in thought, but no more when lit

Despite initial suspicions, the friend becomes less threatening when lit (perhaps with light).

He leaves me at ease but weary

Feeling at ease but still cautious in the presence of the old friend.

A late night visit of an old friend

Describing the visit as occurring late at night and involving an acquaintance.

A devout scholar of T. Leary

Referring to the friend as a dedicated follower or scholar of T. Leary.


Working tomorrow, now hush

Requesting silence because of the speaker's need for sleep and relaxation.

Let me sleep, let me relax

Asking the friend to leave the speaker undisturbed.

You left but muddy tracks

Noting the friend's departure but leaving behind traces of their presence.

In need of a place to crash

Expressing a need for a place to stay overnight.


Bestow upon me more when you’re gone for good

Asking the friend for more support or assistance when they are gone for good.

Oh I know you would, if you could

Recognizing the friend's willingness to provide help if possible.


I get armed and wary

Repeating the defensive and cautious stance.

To let the outside creep in

Reiterating the willingness to let external influences in.

Left fist clenched tight, knuckles white

Physical readiness and tension in anticipation of potential threats.

I’m greeted by his sheepish, shy grin

Encountering the friend again, still with a sheepish and shy demeanor.


Vile in thought, but no more when lit

Revisiting the idea that the friend, while initially suspicious, is harmless when illuminated.

He leaves me at ease but weary

Feeling a mixture of ease and wariness in the presence of the old friend.

A late night visit of an old friend

Recapping the late-night visit and the friend's association with T. Leary.

A devout scholar of T. Leary

Identifying the friend as a devoted scholar of T. Leary, possibly Timothy Leary.

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