You slide it under the doornI heard you go bynI don't understand why you camenjust to tell me goodbyennThe city towers are gonenChurches were burnednI'll take a post at this doorntil the century turnsnnLet you into my lifento keep pushing you downnYou painted my facenin this god awful place of a townnnYou slide it under the doornI heard you go bynI don't understand why you camenjust to leave it behindnYou only try when there's nothing to losenYou have nothing to gainnYou'll understand why i'm herenand why it's the samenn(?) my place and forgetting this casenYou winnI push further backnbut i'll circle this round again