Sunday, August 17, 2014

Locked Doors

Every morning, it’s a brand new day
And I’m excited for what lies ahead
Every hour on the tick tock clock
Let’s me know I’ve got a lot going on, going on

But there are nights, when I dream about you
And there are days when I hear your voice
Sometimes I see a picture of you
That’s when I realise

Even though I closed my door on you, behind you
I’ve heard for footsteps outside
Even though I closed my door on you, behind you
That keyhole had half my eye
And even though I closed my door, a long long time ago, it still hurts
Now that you have locked yours

You have locked your doo oor
You have locked your door
You have locked your doo oor
You have locked your door

The road keeps changing and I’ll be okay
But I’ll wonder could it have gone any other way
I’m not complaining, no I’m happy where I’m
I’ve no intentions of turning back time

But there are nights, when I dream about you
And there are days when I hear your voice
Sometimes I see a picture of you
That’s when I realise

Even though I closed my door behind you, behind you
I’ve heard for footsteps outside
Even though I closed my door behind you, behind you
That keyhole had half my eye
And even though I closed my door, a long long time ago, it still hurts
Now that you have locked yours

You have locked your doo oor
You have locked your door
You have locked your doo oor
You have locked your door

Yes, There are nights, when I dream about you
And there are days when I hear your voice
Sometimes I see a picture of you
That’s when I realise

Even though I closed my door behind you, behind you
I’ve heard for footsteps outside
Even though I closed my door behind you, behind you
That keyhole had half my eye
And even though I closed my door, a long long time ago, it still hurts
Now that you have locked yours

You have locked your doo oor
You have locked your door
You have locked your doo oor
You have locked your door

You have locked your doo oor
You have locked your door
You have locked your doo oor
You have locked your door


Copyright (C) Deepa Seshadri 2014

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