The Sound of Nothing

Is it really true
what you do, you do
keep the mantra moving in your mouth
nothing can hold you back
and there is no time like the present,
or perhaps the future,
or perhaps never,
never-ever-ever-everland
like the childish starting point
a soft, stupid dream
gilded in a pleasant decor
a make-pretend game
a truth-or-dare
you ring the doorbell
and pretend you'll be there
you ring the doorbell
and run over here
oh, the look on her face,
as she closes the door
curtained with lace
will you ever forget it
could you ever remember it
the way she looked twice
believing
she heard a bell.