When the love stops and the pain begins to rush…
Faster then the train your heart stops and starts again
Moving fasters then before the blood slaps on the floor
He’s gone an one minute this shell pass like the wind
Though the gray door that hold nothing but lies
On the bedroom floor and under the rug to hide

Nothing more then two roads

When the pain stops and the love begins to slow…
The tears will follow behind the locked door
That stand in the rain and wind but looses color
Or maybe hope in you and him but never them
Who see in and out of the door that holds more
Then one night alone in the dark of it all and it’s

Nothing more then two roads

Trying to hide what the world can see but doesn’t know
Or understand how the door stand in the rain and wind
But the truth is under it all but right in front of you and me
And them to slowly have the story of the door that
Stood in between nothing more then two roads……