Hold the Door

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Crimson StationNo. 43:497 playsKeep
Hammond organ, room hum, a slow snare
Mama said a man is what he does on a MondayNot the words he's singing when the preacher's in the roomWell it's Monday, and I'm sober, and I'm shaking like a leafAnd every word I've got is sitting right behind my teeth
I don't know if you'll open upI don't know if you'll even lookBut I'm standing on your porchLike a sinner with a hymnbook
So hold the door, just hold the doorDon't let it close on me no moreI've been drowning in the same old wineYou were the only water I was looking forI ain't asking for the whole house backJust a light on in the hallHold the door, baby, hold the doorBefore I lose it all
Band drops to organ, gospel choir enters
(Hold the door)
Full band, horns, choir, voice tearing open
So hold the door, just hold the doorDon't let it close on me no moreI've been drowning in the same old wineYou were the only water I was looking forI ain't asking for the whole house backJust a light on in the hallHold the door, baby, hold the doorBefore I lose it all
Organ alone
Still got my Sunday clothes onI'll wait right here
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