There's a note underneath your front door That I wrote twenty years ago Yellow paper and a faded picture And a secret in an envelope There's no reasons
There's no secondhand alibis Just some black ink on some blue lines And a shadow you won't recognize In the meantime I'll be waiting For 20 years, 20
There's a note underneath the front door That I wrote twenty years ago Yellow paper and a faded picture And a secret, in an envelope There's no reasons
