The Door - Turin Brakes

So take the fast road and get going now

Before you leave no trace

Time in this place is closer than my friends

Remember my eyes not my face

Ain’t no sense has no sense it invents

Another man unfolds

I’m standing next to myself the sink

Staring into the black hole

I panic at the quiet times

Decisions at the door

I panic at the quiet times

Fate leaves me to much more.

On the inside it hurts less

The outside seems so cold

I need to climb

Gotta find some tenderness

Before I get too old

Sun come from behind, hurts my eyes

It dries my hair so nice

I watch the boiling sea meet the open sky

But my soul still feels like it’s ice

I panic at the quiet times

Decisions at the door

I panic at the quiet times

My fate leaves me to much more