Another Door
Fermented over centuries or something in the air.
Our moody scenery, just won't stop bruising me.
I've had enough of grey skies raising tears
Another door is closed
I see the fire inside
Another door closed, another door
You know it's cold.
The map of bitterness I imagined
Has just brought out the nurse in me -
Or don't you need care ?
I know, there's lots of love
But it's all twisted up,
I've had enough of thunder ringing in my ears
[ here by the fireside, there's a war, a war
Let's blame the war on bad design - don't cry
Here by the fireside, there's a war, a war
Blame the war on you and I
I know there's lots of love
Still it's all twisted up ]