The Door

So take the fast road and get going now Before you leave no trace Time in this place is closer than my friends Remember my eyes not my face Ain't no sense has no sense it invents Another man unfolds I'm standing next to myself the sink Staring into the black hole I panic at the quiet times Decisions at the door I panic at the quiet times Fate leaves me to much more. On the inside it hurts less The outside seems so cold I need to climb Gotta find some tenderness Before I get too old Sun come from behind, hurts my eyes It dries my hair so nice I watch the boiling sea meet the open sky But my soul still feels like it's ice I panic at the quiet times Decisions at the door I panic at the quiet times My fate leaves me to much more