Open that door; I’ll follow you into that space.    Where nothing is regretted then forgotten.   Where is that grace that carries me out?    So strange it’s mine.   It’s closed and locked but If you open that door,   It won’t be yesterday when,   Before the days of collapsing,   And I’ll stand through all these lines just to make it back to you.      Can you help me every step of the way?   We can bury that battle and bury the cause.   There is nothing that I can say because I was wrong this time.       Everyone knows   Cause they see the glare in our eyes.   Careful now, don’t drown your self in sorrow.   I was the one that built that cross and weighed you down and now   I’ll carry on till it’s over… and it’s over      and if you open that door,   It won’t be yesterday when,   Before the days of collapsing,   And I’ll stand through all these lines just to make it back to you.      Can you help me every step of the way?   We can bury that battle and bury the cause.   There is nothing that I can say because I was wrong this time.