It Takes Me Places
Bare feet landing soft on wet grass
Whiff of winter, autumn's last dance
The secret words written on your back
Greenhouse glass, nettle stings, tea shop
A rope on a tree, deathlike heat
Finding your face in a crowd
I close my eyes
And suddenly it takes me places, a treasury
At the door to a heartache
I turn the key and arrive
At a merry-go-round
Crackles and heartbeats, green gates
Wet castle walls, stiff nightmare feet
The scent of fresh baked buns at the door, one more
Raindrops pounding the bedroom roof
New sheets, first wave of Christmas mood
A walk in easy silence
I hear a tune
And suddenly it takes me places, a gallery
At the door to a heartache
I turn the key and arrive
At a merry-go-round
All the hurt, every kindness, shame
Every thrill of youth down memory lane
A point of interest on the map of me
All the hurt, every kindness, shame
Every thrill of youth down memory lane
A point of interest on the map of you
And suddenly they take us places, to treasuries
At the door to a heartache
We turn the key and arrive
At a merry-go-round
And suddenly it takes us places, to galleries
At the door to a heartache
We turn the key and arrive
At a merry-go-round
And suddenly
Whiff of winter, autumn's last dance
The secret words written on your back
Greenhouse glass, nettle stings, tea shop
A rope on a tree, deathlike heat
Finding your face in a crowd
I close my eyes
And suddenly it takes me places, a treasury
At the door to a heartache
I turn the key and arrive
At a merry-go-round
Crackles and heartbeats, green gates
Wet castle walls, stiff nightmare feet
The scent of fresh baked buns at the door, one more
Raindrops pounding the bedroom roof
New sheets, first wave of Christmas mood
A walk in easy silence
I hear a tune
And suddenly it takes me places, a gallery
At the door to a heartache
I turn the key and arrive
At a merry-go-round
All the hurt, every kindness, shame
Every thrill of youth down memory lane
A point of interest on the map of me
All the hurt, every kindness, shame
Every thrill of youth down memory lane
A point of interest on the map of you
And suddenly they take us places, to treasuries
At the door to a heartache
We turn the key and arrive
At a merry-go-round
And suddenly it takes us places, to galleries
At the door to a heartache
We turn the key and arrive
At a merry-go-round
And suddenly
Credits
Writer(s): Tuomas Lauri Johannes Holopainen, Troy Donockley, Johanna Kurkela
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