Close the Door

Silk satin sky with a cloud of cotton candy blue Soft spoken lie from a rosy red point of view God knows i've tried trading power for the truth I don't know why I was always so close to you Night falls a little bit too soon I guess I call too late now If I told you I was yours Would i be the one you waited for If your eyes won't say the words When you're leaving could you close the door Old lullaby from a woman walking on the moon Well running dry; leaving in a hot air ballon God knows we tried trading happiness for youth I guess I call too late now If I told you I was yours Would i be the one you waited for If your eyes won't say the words When you're leaving could you close the door