There's only one route here
Down all the widest streets
Up a breathless hill
And flying down the other side
.
There's only one route here
This street is never not frightening
It's only pretty at one end
But that's the end I'm headed for
.
And the door is always open
The door is always open
The door was always open
But now it's locked
.
Moving in slow motion
Around the corner,
A car with foreign plates
I know I'm in the right place
.
Moving in slow motion
It takes half an hour
To climb the fire escape
To the neighbours, I'd look misplaced
.
And the door is always open
The door is always open
The door was always open
But now it's locked
.
I'm on the roof
There's a little hatch
Held by a single latch
My final hope
.
I'm on the roof
Trying to slide old gift cards
Through the gap in the jamb
But there's no hope
.
I never thought I'd try to break in here
I never thought I'd have to break in here
Even when the drafts were ice cold
Even when the walls were weeping
Even when the glass was fractured
The door was always open
But now it's locked
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
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