Lyrics

Won't you slip into my loneliness in chartreuse or in green
It's been tailored taut and sheer so bright it's hardly seen
And if you ever stumble in this escapade of fear
There's a question hanging on an open answer

Turn that scratch into an itch
Fall apart with me

When you walk through swinging doors
With a head half full of sin
I can see the light behind you
Where you come from who you've been
If you crawl inside my window I'll be glad to be your host
But when you walk through swinging doors
That's when I like you most

So you take my hand and gracefully escort me to the brink
Buying every lie you sell I dive into your drink
And when you lay me down like money we're too tired to spend
How I long for all the promise of your entrance

But I don't need to dream about it
Till tomorrow night

When you walk through swinging doors
With a head half full of sin
I can see the light behind you
Where you come from who you've been
If you crawl inside my window I'll be glad to be your host
But when you walk through swinging doors
That's when I like you most


Copyright Control 2001 Eric Harrison/EHP Records