At The Door

I can't escape it Never gonna make it Out of this in time I guess that's just fine I'm not there quite yet My thoughts, such a mess Like a little boy What you running for? Arrive at the door Anyone home? Have I lost it all? Struck me like a chord I'm an ugly boy Holding out the night Lonely after light You begged me not to go Sinking like a stone Use me like an oar And get yourself to shore Bang at the door Anyone home? It's just what they do Right in front of you Like a cannonball Slamming through your wall In their face I saw What they're fighting for I can't escape it I'm never gonna make it to the end, I guess Struck me like a chord I'm an ugly boy Holdin' out the night Lonely after light Banging on the door I don't want to know Sinking like a stone So use me like an oar Hard to fight what I can't see Not trying to build no dynasty I can't see beyond this wall But we lost this game So many times before I been on a cold road I'll be waiting, yeah I'll be waiting from the other side Waiting for the tide to rise I been on a cold road I'll be waiting, yeah I'll be waiting from the other side Waiting for the tide to rise --- At The Door - The Strokes