• Loves me, he says
    But is it so?
    These emotions,
    They seem to flow

    Freely from
    My heart to yours,
    And yet there are
    Still many doors

    In the way
    Of what we desire
    Set them aflame
    Lets watch the fire

    These doors that block
    The path ahead
    I want them gone
    You want them dead

    This distance gone
    Its what we need
    And what we want
    The fire we feed

    Lets take these doors
    And rip them down
    And watch them turn
    To black from brown

    I love you, yes
    You love me too
    But its these doors
    They seem to shoo

    Please make these doors
    Just fade away . . .