The Original - Incubus

I only go where I’m wanted

You go only where you want

I aim to be more like you

There is a ghost in my house

Rattling handles on every door

Show us an open window or two

Would you

Doors are starting to close

And you drew a rose my, my

Your mind it is original, oh

You’re a skeleton key, opening me

My, my, your mind, it is original

Girl you’re the original

Always were

And always will be

The flowers of adaptation

Unfold and lovingly alarm

You effortlessly ring that bell

Your stripes are yours and yours only

The bough ideal of rare birds

And now I am under your spell

Oh, under your spell

Doors are starting to close

And you drew a rose my, my

Your mind it is original, oh

You’re a skeleton key, opening me

My, my, your mind, it is original

Girl you’re the original

Always were

And always will be