Текст Clare Bowen – Doors & Corridors

Little red door on a pink house
Two bedrooms and four walls
Modest don’t quite sum it up
Green lino on the floor

Oh, I keep turning pages in my mind
I keep crossing paths and crossing lines
And I saw more
Than these doors and corridors

We’d go wandering with the dinosaurs
Singing with the whales
High on daddy’s shoulders
Grandpa’d tell us tales
Of whiskey faces, secret places
Where we could run and hide
We found a window to a world
That wasn’t my shape or my size

When I keep turning pages in my mind
I keep crossing paths and crossing lines
And I saw more
Than these doors and corridors

If I could say the words, I couldn’t
If I could change a thing, I wouldn’t
All of these doors and corridors
They brought me right here

Little white room with a blue light
Cold hands and paper cups

But I kept turning pages in my mind
I kept crossing paths and crossing lines
And I saw more
Than these doors and corridors

Ooh, if I could say the words, I couldn’t
If I could change a thing, I wouldn’t
All of these doors and corridors
They brought me right here
I could have folded, but, I didn’t
I played the hand that I was given
They left me wanting so much more
And I’m gonna find them all I’m sure
Oh, I owe it all
To these doors and corridors