Sliding Doors

(hummmmm) And you left with a pocket full of paper Left a

jacket behind for later But I still keep the receipt

Underneath the city heat

You still have the spare key you never returned

Sitting in your pocket like a lesson unlearned

Now I'm standing right outside the hospital door

Watch it slide open and close on the floor

And the rain keeps hitting the pane

We're running out of things to explain (ahhhh)

And you left with a pocket full of paper Left a jacket

behind for later But I still keep the receipt

Underneath the city heat

The automatic glass keeps parting in two

Letting in the cold but it doesn't bring you

I hold the faded yellow paper in my hand

A tiny piece of history we didn't quite plan

Just a spare key

And a receipt (ooh-ooh)