Doorways

Many of us mourning
We stand at doorways
We are pushed outside
Now it’s raining
We blow-out smoke rings

Cold weather
Right outside your door

We stay in tiny circles
It justifies our minds
and we find some peace or solace
Now we’ll blow-up boundaries
We’ll shake the status

Cold weather
Right outside your door

Cold weather will find you
Like graffiti on your wall
Cold weather beneath you
It’s hiding underground

Now it’s evening
We bust through doorways
We belong inside
Now we’ll use our muscle
You’re blowing-off our minds

Cold weather
Cold weather will find you
Cold weather
Cold weather beneath you
Cold weather
Cold weather will find you
Cold weather
Cold weather
Right outside your door