Swinging Door

I give up

I'm tired of falling down

Oh, how

Could I stick around this town?

In hiding where strangers all know my name

Derided in anguish, ignored and shamed

They're hearing both sides now

Son, you let me down

You really shouldn't talk so loud

They're clearly hearing both sides now, oh

You didn't make yourself this way

So I may die waiting for you to understand

It's easier to be holy than it is to be sane

When you say you know me, it will cause great pain

The swinging door

Made an awful sound

The stars

They laugh behind the clouds over this town

With violence in language, the children play

They quietly languish, close their eyes and aim

At both sides now

Son, you let me down

You really shouldn't act so proud

They're clearly seeing both sides now, oh

You didn't make yourself this way

So I may die waiting for you to understand

It's easier to be holy than it is to be sane

When you say you know me, it will cause you pain

A pain that will keep growing 'til it meets with the bone

A pain that makes you shiver 'til you come back home