Something Special is at the Threshold

Something Special is at the Threshold

Someone is singing through the door

It's above lukewarm hot and cold

It's what's seen and heard, but more

It's a feeling like déjå vu

Makes you happy when you're sad

It's oldest of old but brand-new

Fear and doubt tell you it's bad

It's an ever-repeating shape

It's in the music that we hear

"The Last Mimzy" leaves you agape

Other movies are the wheel to steer

Math that can be seen

Form that can be heard

Makes us all king of queen

Makes normal the absurd

Spring-cleaning of the soul

Cleanses you of pollution

They do not have control

Inside you find the solution