We hear each other stopped outside our door
Breathless quiet with your head against the wood
We listen for the sound of shufflin' feet
And hear if you're still awake
On the edge of your bed you sit up straight
Talkin' in your sleep about your fear of being alone
I hear you through this polished wooden door
That separates us now Close your eyes
Your eyes are fighting a war
With the ghost in your head
You fall away again
Toss and turn inside your own head
Your eyes break form again
You speak a prayer to anyone who cares
Your quiet footsteps echo through this town
While it sleeps you carry the weight of the world
I hear you through this polished wooden door
That separates us now
Close your eyes
Your eyes are fighting a war
With the ghost in your head
Your soul cracks again
On your back is where the world stands
Your have fallen down again
Close your eyes and slowly count to ten
She's coming home
Artist: Vários Artistas
Artist: George Shearing