It’s late at night and I
I’m running to the furthest place from here
I’ve seen this place before
I wonder if I’m getting far or near
I still can see the lights
They’re fading like the memories of him
I hope when I arrive
There’s someone at the door to let me in
And I knock, and I knock
On the door, on the door
They let me in, they let me in
There’s room for more, there’s room for more
She takes my clothes, she takes my clothes
I have been wrong, I have been wrong
There’s nothing right, nothing right
Something wrong, something wrong
I lay awake at night
Wondering if he think of being dead
I play his words like songs
I think of all the things that he had said
I wish that I just had
Another kind of love to call my own
Here I lay awake
Wondering if I’ll always be alone
And I knock, I knock
On the door, on the door
They let me in, they let me in
There’s room for more, there’s room for more
She takes my clothes, she takes my clothes
I don't belong, I don't belong
There’s nothing right, nothing right
Something wrong, something wrong
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in
