Any day now
you're gonna fall out of this dream
and back into the place
where your head hurts
this journey its all a reocurring theme
seperated by the sun and the moonlight
step out into the cold air
take a breath
just to make sure you're still there
cos they'll all leave guaranteed
when the silence is like falling debris
standing in the doorway
we forgot what was real
standing in the doorway
we forgot what was real
There's some kind of shape
in the distance
it attracts you, you've got no resistance
there's an anchor tied
to the side of your ship
you may throw overboard what you packed for the trip
and fall through the ocean to get home
a memory is drawn
in this sea of emotion
you soon find that it carries on
standing in the doorway
we forgot what was real
standing in the doorway
we forgot what was real