Open Doors

 

Where’s the time

I‘m sure I saw you somewhere around

I can’t find you, where do you hide

Come back – I thought we’re friends

I need your soothing presence

Now all I see are grinning doors

Wide open saying come on in

I call: give me some more time

 

Wait wait wait, give me some more time

How should I know, when I save time, I’m gonna loose time

 

Right next to me the first door coughs

sorry my friend I’m gonna close

wait wait wait – give me some more time

but the door’s laughing pitiful, saying to me

You better pray to the goddess of modernity

Say dear dear Goddess, oh flexibility

I’m yours, I’m a follower, I’m your fan

Push me through all these open doors

 

Oh wait wait wait give me some more time

 

I wanna think a wanna stay I wanna go – When I say now

 

 

© Flow