Texty: The Civil Wars. 20 Years.

There's a note underneath your front door
That I wrote 20 years ago
Yellow paper and a faded picture
And a secret hidden in the
There's no reasons, no excuses
There's no secondhand alibis
Just some black ink on some blue lines
And a shadow you won't recognize
In the meantime I'll be waiting
For 20 years, 20 more
I'll be praying for redemption
And your note underneath my door