Dweller On the Threshold

Hey mister, can you help me I'm looking for a room It's red and black with chevrons Beyond the cosmic womb But I don't Know how to get back home I've seen it out in the trees Scorched oil and sycamores Obscure the muffled screams Moving slow and below Passing through the red drapes Fear in the corridor The man from another place A backwards conspirator But I won't Know how to get back home To save her from the dead cold Like the dweller on the threshold From now until the old But I don't seem to know when I am