Ioan Hazell - Sleep With the Door Open Lyrics

At a time
Reserved for wind and for wild things
I left my house
Out through the thin light parade
Of the rain

And then there's your skin on my skin
Still on my top lip
I shan't dive in to whatever we call it
Moving like a beast in the dark
Keep the door open
Outside it's raining
Nothing was broken so while I was waking
Nothing hurt and everything was beautiful

Movement here still
Nothing here will be effected
Replay, red, blue, and green
What a scene
What a man
What a night
How to be living
Or dying, or something like

Meeting in passing
Lovers in transit
Upstairs they're dancing to some kind of music
That I don't think I've ever heard before
A rose on your pillow
To take where you will go
A stain of a hand on the skin of a man
Who'll claim to have never been touched

There are some things that a morning can't erase
So blow, wind, blow, get back into bed cold
There are some things that a morning can't erase
So blow, wind, blow, get back into bed cold