This Door from Acoustic EP by Albert Jones

This open room policy is getting hard to take,
so can I hear again from Christmas Day all the good things that you said.

Bruises black and blue they spread, before they fade away,
but the light that's shining underneath, says maybe that's today.

Well I can sleep upon the settee,
I can sleep upon the floor,
but I can't sleep beside your bed, because baby I want more.

So I've pulled out the needle from the haystack,
propped up my chair against the door,
but my drum still makes a tap tap tap,
that says baby I want more.

This door, this door,
is hanging off its hinges, this door
This door, this door,
I need some help to put it back, this door

So look through the keyhole, but mind how you go,
because you might not like the actors, who are starring in this show.
The secrets in the details, the clothes upon the floor
the empty bottle on the shelf and her moaning I want more.

Well I can sleep upon the settee,
I can sleep upon the floor,
but I can't sleep beside your bed, because baby I want more.

So I've pulled out the needle from the haystack,
propped up my chair against the door,
but my drum still makes a tap tap tap,
that says baby I want more.

This door, this door,
is hanging off its hinges, this door
This door, this door,
I need some help to put it back, this door

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