The Door

Out of the dark, blinded by a Light. You opened the door, you came for me. You don't know my name, I don't know your face. You opened the door, You came for me. You took me across the sea, To new land to be free. From amber coast to the slate Hill, from Baltic bays to Heathered fields. Ooh. Ooh. Years later passed, longing for Home. Letters you wrote, stories you Told. About your new life, about your new Love. Letters you wrote, stories you told. No one could understand this Quiet man and all his Scars. For you would not tell when I asked you More about the man who opened The door. Ooh. Ooh. Yours is not the only Tale. Ours is not the only Tale. We're traces of one, Pieces of a time. We're passing it down the line. Out Of the dark, the year forty-five. You opened the door to find me alive. You don't know my name, you never did Ask. Now we open the door, stepping out of the Past. Ooh.