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Doors & Corridors

Bowen, Clare

Band/Artist: Bowen, Clare

Album: Clare Bowen

Little red door on a pink house
Two bedrooms and four walls
Modest don't quite sum it up
Green lino on the floor
Mom and dad hand in hand
And the tree I used to climb
On the bluff of Stanwell Park
Where the ocean meets the sky

Oh, I keep turning pages in my mind
I keep crossing paths and crossing lines
And I saw more
Than these doors and corridors

We'd go wandering with the dinosaurs
Singing with the whales
High on daddy's shoulders
Grandpa'd tell us tales
Of whiskey faces, secret places
Where we could run and hide
We found a window to a world
That wasn't my shape or my size

When I keep turning pages in my mind
I keep crossing paths and crossing lines
And I saw more
Than these doors and corridors

If I could say the words, I couldn't
If I could change a thing, I wouldn't
All of these doors and corridors
They brought me right here

Little white room with a blue light
Cold hands and paper cups
Snowflakes hope in hell they said
The only way is up
We said goodbye a thousand times
See you on the other side
Between this world and the next
A shallow breath a beating life

But I kept turning pages in my mind
I kept crossing paths and crossing lines
And I saw more
Than these doors and corridors

Ooh, if I could say the words, I couldn't
If I could change a thing, I wouldn't
All of these doors and corridors
They brought me right here
I could have folded, but, I didn't
I played the hand that I was given
They left me wanting so much more
And I'm gonna find them all I'm sure
Oh, I owe it all
To these doors and corridors