The Door's In My Hand

Dark-pop + metal, тема как я сюда попал

[Verse 1] A key in my pocket that fits no door Wet cuffs, red thread on the hallway floor Someone wrote my name on a paper cup I turn it around; the ink is rubbed off [Pre-Chorus] The room keeps its shape, but the facts rearrange I know every exit; they all look changed [Chorus] How did I get here? Whose hands opened the gate? I can trace every footprint Till they turn into mine How did I get here? What did I leave on the way? I keep asking the silence But it knows what I can’t say [Verse 2] A clock with a minute hand stuck at ten A coat on the chair like a missing friend The phone lights up with a message unsent My thumb hovers there, then the screen goes dead [Pre-Chorus] The room keeps its shape, but the facts rearrange I know every exit; they all look changed [Chorus] How did I get here? Whose hands opened the gate? I can trace every footprint Till they turn into mine How did I get here? What did I leave on the way? I keep asking the silence But it knows what I can’t say [Bridge] Maybe I came here one small yes at a time One door held open, one carefully drawn line If I can’t find the road that brought me inside I’ll choose the next step with my eyes open wide [Final Chorus] How did I get here? I won’t let the question decide I can trace every footprint And still change the next line How did I get here? I may never explain But the door’s in my hand now And I’m walking out again [Outro] A key in my pocket A name I can write The hallway is quiet I step into night