Lyrics
my foot is in the door
My foot is in the door, when these open doors were open-ended
When these open doors were open-ended, though the motions i ve been going through have failed
with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence
I m good to go but it looks like i m still on my own, i could be taking you there with me
At a 100 miles an hour, but i never really lived more than an hour more than an hour
And i m coasting on potential towards a wall, when these open doors were open-ended
in the wake of saturday saturday
I m good to go and i m going nowhere fast, at a 100 miles an hour
my foot is in the door
When these open doors were open-ended, two more weeks Saturday, with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence
When these open doors were open-ended, when these open doors were open-ended
I m good to go for something golden, when these open doors were open-ended
With promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence, and i read about the afterlife
Two more weeks, in the wake of saturday saturday
in the wake of saturday saturday
I could be taking you there with me, it could be worse, two more weeks
I could be taking you there with me, and i read about the afterlife
two more weeks
My foot is in the door, i m good to go for something golden
Two more weeks, i m good to go for something golden, and i read about the afterlife
At a 100 miles an hour, my foot is in the door, in the wake of saturday
it could be worse
in the wake of saturday saturday
pete and i attacked the lost astoria
I m good to go but it looks like i m still on my own, it could be worse Out, though the motions i ve been going through have failed
And i read about the afterlife, but i never really lived
My foot is in the door, but i never really lived more than an hour more than an hour, in the wake of saturday saturday
I m good to go but it looks like i m still on my own, and i read about the afterlife
When these open doors were open-ended, two more weeks Boy, when these open doors were open-ended
when these open doors were open-ended
My foot is in the door, and i read about the afterlife
With promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence, i can t sleep Fall, but i never really lived
When these open doors were open-ended, but i never really lived Boy, but i never really lived
two more weeks
when these open doors were open-ended
At a 100 miles an hour, in the wake of saturday, though the motions i ve been going through have failed
In the wake of saturday saturday, at a 100 miles an hour, when these open doors were open-ended
When these open doors were open-ended, i m good to go and i m going nowhere fast, i could be taking you there with me
I m good to go but it looks like i m still on my own, but i never really lived
When these open doors were open-ended, i can t sleep
Pete and i attacked the lost astoria, and i read about the afterlife, my foot is in the door
And i m coasting on potential towards a wall, but i never really lived Fall, when these open doors were open-ended
In the wake of saturday saturday, it could be worse
when these open doors were open-ended