Bang, Bang, Bang, On The Door, Baby
There it is again, the knocking.
I hear it but I won't get up.
I am thinking... waiting.
Maybe I'll let love in today and save it from beating down my door
and offer it a place to stay,
A place far from the cold and rain.
Or maybe I will let it beat at the door until its knuckles are raw.
And keep it far from me.
I don't know. Last time I invited love in, it took advantage of me,
and over stayed its welcome. It hurt my feelings many times and told me lies.
But then there were the times when love held me. It rocked and cradled me
in strong arms. I felt so safe at times, and the rain never felt so good.
It went the extra mile to see me smile and said sweet things.
There it is again, the knocking.
I hear it but I won't get up.
I am thinking... waiting.
