Texty: Clarks. Lock and Key.

Well, I keep it under lock and key
My world is heavy, can you hear my plea?
I?m growing tired of this tear-stained eye
Sometimes, I wonder why I even try

So, I keep it under lock and key
I guess it wasn?t really meant to be
And I keep it under lock and key

I keep it behind my front door
My ears are ringing and my throat is sore
I?m growing tired of this lonely place
Sometimes, I wonder when I?ll see your face

So, I keep it behind my front door
I guess you never really know for sure
And I keep it behind my front door

I keep it under lock and key
My heart is heavy, can you hear my plea?
I?m growing tired of the lonely life
I want a child and I want a wife

And then I?ll open up my front door
I?ll tell you when I know for sure
I?ll get down on my one good knee
Then I?ll ask you, ?Will you marry me??

Then I?ll throw away this lock and key