The Door

Never been guilty of not loving you
I’d follow you through hell it’s true
Your jealousy, this nagging need
For sure we were doomed
But I’ll be doomed with you

It’s a matter of faith, I can do without you
It’s a matter of hating everything about you
It’s a matter of pace, how fast can this thing go
And I’m trying
I’m trying

Loving you always love is wrecking me
You chose her, yes, but I’ll make believe
That you were lying asleep next to me
Whatever lover will do
I’ll just fill them with you

It’s a matter of faith, I can do without you
It’s a matter of hating everything about you
It’s a matter of pace, how fast can this thing go
And I’m trying
I’m trying

Little bird fly, why
Frozen time
Right in your sight

Oh it’s become a matter of pain
And it’s a matter of faith
It’s a matter of pace
How fast can this thing go
And I’m trying
I may die yet
I might go south and lay this down
On your front porch
And she will open the door
She will open the door
She will open the door
So let her open the door