Took ten laps around the planet To prove what I wasn't And the door slams hard behind you When you leave the house of judgement To prove what I wasn't And the door slams hard behind you When you leave the house of judgement Been waiting for regret to hit me Some kind of reckoning Awaiting for the drop, 'cause lately The yang comes with yin Now there's the sunset Salt in the wound, yeah Sometimes I don't know who I'm singing to Who is the you who I sing to When the house is empty You open the door To another door, to another door To another door, to another door And I'm running through to you You open the door To another door, to another door To another door, to another door And I'm running through to you And we're waking up sore and dizzy From a ten-year concussion And the rainfall makes you miss me Even though you say it doesn't Back in the city I'm just another girl in a sweater Back in the city Everything's different When we're not together You open the door To another door, to another door To another door, to another door To another door, to another door To another door, to another door To another door, to another door To another door, to another door To another door, to another door To another door, to another door To another door, to another door To another door, to another door