You need to climb into my head one day
See what's in there
It's like an attic
Things strewn about
Chest trunks full of random memories
Cobwebs and a gentle breeze
And the smell of paper
That's my head
I climbed into your head once. When you trepan yourself there's no need to install a thick wooden oak door with a brass knocker on it and a sign that says "Ye All Welcome".