Knocking on an Open Door
{ words & music by Simon Spire }
I’ve tried to fill the hole in my heart
But each time wound up at the start
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And oh, what’s whole, is whole, that’s all
That is all
Nothing’s wrong
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And I have had so many names, I watch them fade away
‘Cause I have searched so many worlds, afraid I was too late
And I have told so many lies, but mostly tried to fool my own eyes
And still everything I cried out for, well I was knocking on an open door
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And oh, what’s whole, is whole, that’s all
That is all
Nothing’s wrong
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And all this sound is singing out and echoing in everything
And even though I’ve run forever still I find it waiting for me
And all this sound is raining down and I cannot say what it is for
But I’ve been knocking on an open door
That is all
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Freedom’s like love on Halloween
Dressed for a horror scene
Waiting in the deepest dark, to tear apart
Everything we know
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And oh, what’s whole, is whole, that’s all
And oh, what’s whole, is still whole, that is all
That is all
Nothing’s wrong
That is all
That is all