Sliding Doors

If I caught that Train before it pulled out Who knows It really might have worked out My Beretta held steady I'm just about read to blow And for one split second I think about ending it all From the twenty fifth floor Behind the sliding doors Behind sliding doors And I'd chosen Any other cafe It would all change In the blinking of a blind eye My Beretta held steady I'm just about read to blow And for one split second I think about ending it all From the twenty fifth floor Behind the sliding doors The rain on the carpet Your coat on the bed You say that you've been here before And you don't have the patience to stay with me anymore Behind sliding doors Behind sliding doors