Из альбома: Behind Closed Doors
You hit the door with you head
Searching for that which is good
The bruises is part of the way
You say it will give you a higher crown
You hit the door with your head
The noise is so loud every time
Your head meets the steal
Desire so much to get in
They tell you the door is already open
You may enter, you may come
You hit the door with your head
You want to buy it instead