Текст Quarterflash – Opening Doors

I was thinking of taking a drive,
Back to the house where I was born,
Where I was born.
I keep seeing myself on our porch,

Opening doors — letting in air,
Finding a place for everything there,
Opening doors — letting in light,
Patching the holes — making things right,
Making things right.

I imagine I’m swimming the lake,
Where we would stay when we were young,
Before it changed.
I’m walking through the cabin that burned,
Looking for keys that I might turn,
That I might turn.

Opening doors — letting in air,
Finding a place for everything there,
Opening doors — letting in light,
Patching the holes — making things right,
Making things right.

I keep dreaming I’ve found another room,
One that I’ve never seen before,
I don’t know why.
I was hoping that you’d find it, too,
So I could play you all the songs,
I wrote for you.

Opening doors — letting in air,
Finding a place for everything there,