Faded by sun a poem on the wall
A list of things not done
Empty frames with no picture in
You are in everything I see
It's just exits and entrances
And all the living in between
A thousand doors in the hallways we exist in
And all the living in between
My shirt on your side of the bed
What's that saying about us?
A coffee stain on a windowsill
You are in everything I see
It's just exits and entrances
And all the living in between
A thousand doors in the hallways we exist in
And all the living in between
A chest of drawers found on the side of the road
A door open ajar
You said I don't wanna know what you think of me
But I do, I do, I do
You, you, you
You are in nothing that I see
It's just exits and entrances
And all the living in between
A thousand doors in the hallways we exist in
And all the living in between
