There isn't a cure

Hear that knocking on the door,
Knock, knock, knocking on the door.
But it's not unlocking
It's not unlocking any more.

You reject the "God of the gaps" you say
But your face is straight and conscience clear
You return my gaze and speak and pray
And gaps are all I can hear
Your God has lapsed it would appear
Cause gaps are all I can hear.

Hear that knocking on the door,
Knock, knock, knocking on the door.
But it's not unlocking
It's not unlocking any more.

I relax my guard and you get wary
so I hide myself most of the year,
You laugh and claim that I'm not scary,
But you don't control your fear.
Your words are crap it would appear
Cause you don't control your fear.

Hear that knocking on the door,
Knock, knock, knocking on the door.
But it's not unlocking
It's not unlocking any more.

If I reprimand my son when he
can't understand what's wrong with what he'd done when he
was too young, or the ideal far flung
If I failed to correct my daughter
When she didn't do something she oughtta,
Or she, knowing, does something awful
Is there anyone who would approve?
Who wouldn't move in defence against my unfatherly mood?

Why would I want to be reconciled
With a God who can't father a child?

Hear that knocking on the door,
Knock, knock, knocking on the door.
But it's not unlocking
It's not unlocking any more.

So, hang a coat up on my door
Walk a while across my floor
Be here, if you want, but you better be sure
Cause I'm never not lonely and there isn't a cure.
I'm never not lonely and there isn't a cure.