Standing in the Doorway (Live at Paris Theatre, London)

Thank you, this is, uh, this is a song for commissioners We call it "Standing in the Doorway" I can see you standing outside I see your face silhouetted by a streetlight I got a manual instructing my brain I turn around, cover eyes, I see you Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway, I can see you Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway, I can see you I can see your shadow outside It's like a chill, it's like the point of a sharp, sharp knife I got a manual instructing my brain I turn around, cover eyes, I see you Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway, I can see you Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway, I can see you I can feel your presence outside It's like a chill, it's like the point of a sharp, sharp knife I got a manual instructing my brain I turn around, cover eyes, I see you Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway, I can see you Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway, I can see you Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway, I can see you