Outside Your Door

She's got words she likes to hold
On a page she can unfurl
With a need of purest gold
She is alright

Hangs a heavy heavy toll
On a heart so cruelly hurt
It keeps one hand on the door
'Til it's alright

Every time lately
There's a hearse, baby,
I can see that you've been crying
Sometimes I pass outside your door

She's the first one to be told,
She's the last one to arrive
Where the night winds bend and twirl
In the moonlight

Every time lately
There's a hearse, baby,
I can see that you've been crying
Sometimes I pass outside your door