Broken Doors

I don't really know if you want to talk But I got some things to tell you now

Like how you'd run before you walk So you'd swim but claimed you drowned

I'm two blocks from your old house I keep thinking I'll turn down harbour street

But you don't live 'round here no more We'd just patched things with cardboard

Now you live on hardwood floors Does he know you got broken doors

I get lost in what you found You'd bring me up to even ground

I was blind but you could see Shined my light right back on me

Made me rich on all your love So I gave you everything

I'm two blocks from your old house I keep thinking I'll turn down harbour street

But you don't live 'round here no more We'd just patched things with cardboard