Justin A. Watson - Heavy Doors

Bus stops and paper routes
Shopping malls and family cookouts
Climbing trees and sitting on the stairs
Bare feet and candy stores
Long bike rides and heavy doors
Who are we to claim it isn't fair?

Open up this world I think it's time to come in
And read up on your epitaph, it's hopelessly thin
I could preach of the place I hope to face but I'd fall short
If I underestimate the weight of the door

Though all your questions are fair
Answers wont be there
Answers wont be there

Endless talks by candlelight
Falling out's and wasted nights
Getting close and watching her fade
Coffee grounds and mistletoe
All the things I want to know
Everything we need we have to make

I am no solution just a strong and simple man
I've got a handful of ideas, and a head full of plans
I could preach of the place I hope to face but I fall short
If I underestimate the weight

Though all your questions are fair
Answers wont be there
Answers wont be there

Open up this world I think it's time to come in
And read up on your epitaph it's hopelessly thin
I could preach of the place I hope to face but I'd fall short
If I underestimate the weight of the door

Written by:
Justin Watson

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