dont let me stand here open up the door the show wasnt good enough so i came over i know you dont feel too good right now have you heard the news the storm is getting closer you wouldnt believe who i met before the major of the bqe was trying to sell me the town hall return to life are you that tall can you see me standing here out of your door when no hears you when the morning just began when no one can see you you sing it at the sun your hands against the window so many things undone just to think about it you forget it again while im still here waiting at the other end i lost connection or is it you embracing this closure in the dressing room the actor is thinking what if i make it clear and let them know that is over im thinking of a good friend and all his drawings fade into one here at the second floor when no hears you when the morning just began