Someone's knockin' at the door. Somebody's ringin' the bell. Do me a favor. Open the door 27. And just because you think you're small, it doesn't mean you are small at all.
Troubles seem to up and disappear.
The words will never show the you I've come to know. It's easy if you try. No hell below us, above us, only sky. Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words. I'll take your part.