Knock on the door and wait for the sound
But I just don’t know if I can be found
Can you be that shore?
Be that shore anymore, distant shore
The channel can’t be crossed
I wait at the door of a distant shore
Mind of a child, thoughts running wild
I’m watching the road that I know you’ll be on
Can you be that shore?
Be that shore anymore, distant shore
The channel can’t be crossed
I wait at the door of a distant shore
I wait at the door
That sounds very good to me. Given the relentless timeFever of nostalgia. Saudade of the soul where desire and reality come together.The bottle thrown into the sea and that in its chance reaches the right shore.A kiss of admiration.You always excite me!