The Key Lyrics - Singles - Matt Goss

From behind the door, I feel a breeze 

A scent of living, that was meant to please me 

From behind the door I hear a whisper as 

Soft as a picture, carved from water 

As I slide the iron plate below the handle 

A shaft of light hits me like a million candles 

I see the forest, a ballroom, I see an empty street 

Like a thousand puzzles ready to complete 

I see every colour and colours that aren't invented 

I see golden medals that are yet to be presented 

For the only time I get pleasure from torment 

I cannot touch, I can only see 

But the pure desire, to touch the living scent 

But to open up the door, I need 

I need the key etc. 

On statuette, what are you defending 

Your marble smile, seems kinda condescending 

Don't try the patience of an impatient man 

If you can't fight, don't fight a man that can 

I see every colour and colours that aren't invented 

I see golden medals that are yet to be presented 

For the only time I get pleasure from torment 

I cannot touch, I can only see 

But the pure desire, to touch this living scent 

But to open up the door, I need 

I need the key etc. 

Pure desire to touch the living scent etc. 

I need the key (to fade)