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Happiness is just a word to me
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And it might have meant a thing or two
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If I'd had known the difference
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Emptiness, a lonely pardoy
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And my life,another smokin' gun
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A sign of my indifferenct Always keepin' safe inside
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Where no one ever had a chance
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To penetrate a break in Let me tell you some have tried
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But I would slam the door so tight
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That they could never get in Kept my cool under a lock and key
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And I never shed a tear Another sign of my condition
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Fear of love or bitter vanity
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That kept me on the run
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The main events at my confession
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I kept a chain upon my door
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That would shake the shame of Cain
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Into a blind submission The burning ghost without a name
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Was still calling all the same
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But I just wouldn't listen
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The longer I'd stall/The further I'd crawl
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The further I'd crawl/The harder I'd fall
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I was crawlin' into the fire
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The more that I saw/The further I'd fall
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The further I'd fall/The lower I'd crawl
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I kept fallin' into the fire/Into the fire/Into the fire
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Suddenly it occured to me
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The reason for the run and hide Had totaled my existence
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Everything left on the other side
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Could never be much worse than this
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But could I go the distance
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I faced the door and all my shame
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Tearin' of each piece of chain Until they are were broken
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But no matter how I tried
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The other side was locked so tight
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The door it wouldn't open
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Gave it all that I got
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And started to know
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Shout for someone
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To open the lock
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I just gotta get through the door
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And the more that I knocked
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The hotter I got/The hotter I got
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The harder I'd knock/I just gotta break through the door
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Gotta knock a little harder/Gotta knock a little harder
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Gotta knock a little harder/Break through the door
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Gotta Knock a little harder
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