C-Minor

Our house wrapped in disrepair, A small mouse peeked out from a hole beneath the stairs Nearby to where my dad sat in his favorite chair, Thinking about the gov't and muttering a prayer I scattered some oats in hopes she'd stay And sat still to stop from scaring her away- But she hurried on her little way And scurried around my mind Ever since, Every day Open wide my door, my door, my Lord (Open wide my door) To whatever makes me love You more (Open wide my door) While there's still light to run towards (Open wide my door) Like water on dry wood Equal parts misguided and misunderstood But all the neighborhood Watched a fire burn from where they stood And the smoke said "We're not half as bad as G-d is good" And there's a whisper in my ear, The voice of loneliness and fear, so I say: "Devil, disappear! I'm still (ehh... technically...) a virgin After 27 years- Which never bothered me before, What's maybe 50 more?" Open wide my door, my door, my Lord (Open wide my door) To whatever makes me love You more (Open wide my door) While there's still light to run towards (Open wide my door) She came back for the oats But she brought along a "friend" (This never ends)(This never ends) The harder the rain, The lower the flowers in the garden bend (This never ends)(This never ends) I'd rather never talk again Than to continue to pretend This never ends (This never ends)(This never ends)