Bosque Brown - That Door lyrics

I don't blame you for clothes on the floor Table, chairs, odd stares That door, door won't open Didn't hear no laughing ‘cause we were all praying The phone wasn't ringing Your name, that won't open And news news on and on Talking talk We're waiting, that door, door won't open Dirt in the glares, smell of our hair, shoes we weren't wearing That door, door won't open Didn't hear no singing ‘cause we were all crying Station to station The same, that won't door And news and news on and on Talking talk We're waiting, that door, door won't open It was alright, it was alright, it was alright It was alright, it was alright A long night