Through That Door

When I see you walking through that door
Wonder what you could have in store
When I see you walking over towards me
When I see you walking through that door
Wonder what the future has to explore
Wonder what decisions have lead you do me, baby

On the couch, staring at the wall
Hey google! Put on our favorite song
Play the song that raises them all
With the dreamy instrumental beat that hits
(You're gone!) (Home run!)
Make it splash. (Kobe's free throws
Baking racks. (Mom's cookie dough
Heating racks, lamb chop
Like I'm the next MasterChef
Let me take The Next Step
Let me bake you to death
Let me take you in my hands if you'd just understand

I need you more than anything
More than you could ever know
I need you more than anything
You're the soil, let my grass grow
I need you more than anything
You're my midnight delight and it shows
I need you more than anything
In your spotlight I'm controlled

I need you more than anything
I'm a pool and without you, I'm drained
I'm the moon and you're my sun
Let's make a date
I need you more than anything
I'm a desert without you
I'm faced with both your hands in mine
Let's have a time

Like an air balloon, I'm rising to the top
Get that bird's eye view
Looking down, spark a j, I knew
I'm two skied versions of a high guy
And I'd climb a pine just to find you
Live life one step ahead just to bind you
Help me figure it out while you keep to my side
You know I want to keep you at all times
You see life's a metaphor
When the sun begins to pour and the clouds shine a bright orange. (Aaah)
When you stand it's like you're hoarded
Go to school and be supported
Live the system, just ignore it. (Aaah)
Telling me life is just a dressing to my salad called depression
Always scheming, it's impressive. (Aaah)
But with flowers in my hand
Dreams of both our need met in tropic sand, holding hands as the sunset fades
Through the picture frame
Thought I'd have it framed on the wall
But I need your wall and I see our picture
Are you my wonderwall

I need you more than anything
If I'm a time, you make me stuck in place
I'll grab a mic, you swing your hips
Let's write a hit
I need you more than anything
When I'm with you life's a piece of cake
You're a lock, my key's a fit
That's why we click



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Michaelson
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