No pleasure there in staying any longer Alone with demons raging in my head. Could you be here to listen to my song or - I would prefer - to sing to me instead. Could you be here to turn my words to passion Or make me silent. It's about a year That I was looking for a door to smash in. The door is open now. I'm drawing near...
But still my doubts persuade me to delay, The demons keep on raging in my brain. I wonder on the threshold if I may Be able to step in and out again.