To a Door

Will you chuck out all the postcards written when you die?
Will you strain to hear the people cry checking in the sky?
Will you prance upon the sea shore?
Will you break out of your life?

Will you cut down all the phone lines?
Pick your favourite tree?
Act upon your darker thoughts?
Fill holes with me?
Will you lie upon the slab there, as they break open your heart?

All red and white, all red and white
All red and blue, all red and blue
All red and all red and white, all red and white all red and white
All red and blue, all red and blue, all red and blue

Can you listen very close now, as the words flash in the sky?
Count the ones who love you, they're with you when you cry
Can you fill you heart with hope now, as you break out of your life?

Will you prance upon the sea shore?
Will you break out of your life?
Will you lie upon the slab there as they're picking up the knife?
Will you cut down all the phone lines?
Will you only think of me?
Will I feel you in the shadows, can I drown in the sea?

Breaking open, oooh all the time
Breaking open, oooh all the time
Breaking open, oooh all the time
Breaking open, oooh all the time
All the time
All the time
All the time



Credits
Writer(s): Iain Denis Archer, Stephen Paul Mason
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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