the door

• so take the fast road and get going now
  before you leave no trace
  time in this place is closer than my friends
  remember my eyes not my face
  ain't no sense has no sense it invents
  another man unfolds
  i'm standing next to myself the sink
  staring into the black hole
  i panic at the quiet times
  decisions at the door
  i panic at the quiet times
  fate leaves me to much more.
  on the inside it hurts less
  the outside seems so cold
  i need to climb
  gotta find some tenderness
  before i get too old
  sun come from behind, hurts my eyes
  it dries my hair so nice
  i watch the boiling sea meet the open sky
  but my soul still feels like it's ice
  i panic at the quiet times
  decisions at the door
  i panic at the quiet times
  my fate leaves me to much more
  
  turin brakes