The Unopened Door

(oh-oh-oh) Sitting in the quiet of a cold room

Watching morning light hit the dust

My unopened door is a shadow

Wait for someone else to say I must

But the wet ink is on the table

And the paper is blank and white (ooh-ooh)

I am building with my own two hands

Making shapes on the empty floor

No more waiting for a green light

I don't ask anymore

I grab the brush and paint the plaster I do not need

to hear a single voice

I walk across the creaking timber This is my own deliberate choice

Because the ink is on the table

And the room is flooded with light (oh-oh-oh)

I am building with my own two hands

Making shapes on the empty floor

No more waiting for a green light

I don't ask anymore

Feel the wood under my fingers

Every color is shining clean (hummmm)

I am building with my own two hands

Making shapes on the empty floor

Now the morning is warm and

open I am making so much more (oh-oh-oh)

Building with my own two hands