The Waves Between These Doors

Still up from nights on couches
When will we open this door
I'm sore from
Waiting for your smile

I'll fold the clothes I left out
I'll tidy rooms where we shout
If it will
Make our story grow

I'll paint a whole new ceiling
To hide the world that's peeling
If it will hide this doubt
Our ships might not hold out

I'll throw a line to your room
In case you're feeling this too
Pride makes me hold my turf
But one more try won't hurt

The waves between these doors
They've frozen and left us far from shore
We float so near
And though I can hear you you're not here

Still up from nights on couches
Still rowing circles in floors
I'm sore from wading through this pile
Staring through walls uncertain
Learning my answers from cries
And still I
Wave my flag high

These waves between these doors
They've frozen and left us far from shore
We float so near
And though I can hear you you're not here

When did our voices get so
Clouded with rage
When did the currents take us
Countries away
When did the sails come down
On prospects of being with you
And only with you

The waves between these doors
They've frozen and left us far from shore
We float so near
And though I can hear you you're not here

Between these doors
They've frozen and left us far from shore
We float so near
And though I can hear you you're not here



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Stefan Mash, Phillip Pope
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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