at my door

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Cold wind wakes me from my
Sleep Iââ?¬â?¢ve waited for this
Something for which I relied

Darkness takes me to my
Dreams Iââ?¬â?¢ve waited for this
Something from which I canââ?¬â?¢t hide

Iââ?¬â?¢ll never see it til itââ?¬â?¢s at my door
Til itââ?¬â?¢s at my door, it will be ignored

Iââ?¬â?¢ll never see it til itââ?¬â?¢s at my door
Til itââ?¬â?¢s at my door, it will be ignored

Nothing seems to ease my
Conscience seems to be
Unconscious, all I have realised

Sorrow seems to eat my
Being, only leaves me
Seeing all I have is gone

Iââ?¬â?¢ll never see it til itââ?¬â?¢s at my door
Til itââ?¬â?¢s at my door, it will be ignored

Iââ?¬â?¢ll never see it til itââ?¬â?¢s at my door
Til itââ?¬â?¢s at my door, it will be ignored