In Bloom

歌詞

Some doors are open And some are made of glass And some slowly turn to sand And you find them slipping out of your hands And some doors Are when the trees bind Over my head and do I dare to walk through To where the handle of the sun Opens the garden of you Who is knocking at my heart Who is knocking at my heart Who is knocking at my heart? Some doors are made of silence And some doors are made of language And some doors have no key But this garden has no gate It just grows memories These days Are secret, kept In the frame of the sky And the steps leading to all that blue Is where you'll find me waiting Who is knocking at my heart... In bloom.