Through Our Door

Living just has to be
whatever we may need
To make things work out
sometimes you shout too loud
I hope your patience is not short
many farewells I have known
One from you for sure
will undoubtedly hurt the most

Will you settle with me
knowing you could meet
A thousand better men
a thousand better men
You know its gonna be hard
for me to bring cash
through our door
cause I hate my job

I just cant explain now
I promise to clean up
Is not complicated
I just wanna write songs till I die
I'll write you a million songs before I die.