Stood by your gate again

And watched the rain begin to pour

From far behind the aura of your door

 

 

I should have known...

That only tapes & picture phones

Could ever document the essence of your tone

 

 

'Cause, by now, I'd be informed; if you loved me

You'd walk out of your front door, alone.

 

 

                             But all you do is hide

                             While lonely me begins to wither outside

 

 

I'm waiting for you to come through with your hair let loose

And open up the door.