Texty: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. At My Door.

Cold wind wakes me from my
Sleep I?ve waited for this
Something for which I relied

Darkness takes me to my
Dreams I?ve waited for this
Something from which I can?t hide

I?ll never see it til it?s at my door
Til it?s at my door, it will be ignored

I?ll never see it til it?s at my door
Til it?s at my door, it will be ignored

Nothing seems to ease my
Conscience seems to be
Unconscious, all I have realised

Sorrow seems to eat my
Being, only leaves me
Seeing all I have is gone

I?ll never see it til it?s at my door
Til it?s at my door, it will be ignored

I?ll never see it til it?s at my door
Til it?s at my door, it will be ignored