| "Churchkey" | |
| Open up the door: you'll find someone you weren't looking for. It's okay, you know it's not really me standing there. It's quarter until three, I'm so tired I can hardly see And my eyes just can't keep from falling off your face Oh hell, nothing ventured, nothing left to lose. There's no denial, no ego left to bruise. Wait another day, until the shadows may hide my smile Until it's never seen again. Saving every glance in hopes there'll be a second chance (a little time to take back everything I said). So pass me the bottle and the churchkey When no other earthly things remain. And on The Day of Judgement, don't you come to condemn me Or the only thing that kept me sane. | |