The day is gone <br />when the angels come to stay <br />And all the silent whispers <br />will be blown away <br />And lying in the corner <br />a pair of high heel shoes <br />Hanging on the wall <br /> gold and silver for the blues <br />One too many wasted sunsets <br />One too many for the road <br />And after dark the door is always open Hoping someone else will show Someone is waiting behind <br /> an unlocked door <br />Grey circles overhead empties <br />on the floor <br />The cracks in the walls have <br /> grown too long <br />The slow hand is dragging on <br /> afraid to meet the dawn <br />One too many wasted sunsets <br />One too many for the road <br />And after dark the door is always open Hoping someone else will show
