Texty

This is the door That is the window This is the floor That's where the shoes go We put my things We put her things Into a drawer Here is the door Right where she entered She was the sun She was the center She was a light I hadn't seen Ever before How many times you had your heart broken Frozen in a wind so cold And yet you still leave it open Like an open door This was a home Can't you remember This was a love This was a temple You lost your faith You couldn't pray Anymore I sang my song You were so quiet I was alone In all your silence You turn to run Just like before Straight for the door Straight for the door How many times you had your heart broken Frozen in a wind so cold And yet you still leave it open Like an open door Here is the door She wouldn't open She keeps it closed Things could be stolen She was a dark I hadn't seen Ever before This is the door This is the window That is the floor That's where the shoes go I took your things Out of the drawer Here is the door Here is the door
Writer(s): Rebekah Steadwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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