Hidden Thresholds
(hmmmm) A damp stone staircase
leading down
Where forgotten paper fades to brown
You whispered a phrase I couldn't ignore
The sweetest cadence, the cellar door
Cellar door, oh cellar door
The prettiest words on a wooden floor
A phantasm of sound in a quiet room
Fading away
in the twilight gloom
We seek the beauty in the dark
A fleeting memory, a fading spark
Linguists search for the perfect sound
In the quiet shadows underground
Cellar door, oh cellar door
The prettiest words on a wooden floor
A phantasm of sound in a quiet room
Fading away
in the twilight gloom
Cellar
door
(ahhhh) Just the cellar door