You sit on the floor, behind the door
When you want to be all alone
You look through the window for a shining star
But when you reach for them they’re just too far
So you turn out the light and cry all night
Daylight comes, once again
With the same old sun, or the same cold rain
Got nothing to do, no one you’d rather call
You stand on the edge, but too afraid to fall
This is the part of your life that you call closing time
Your hope’s about to die and it’s closing time
Just like a flower that’s still in bloom
Everyone left you right in your room
Everyone that you loved, has sailed away
For every broken heart, there's a price to pay
You cut your phone’s wire and bury your desire
There’s a closing time for this burning fire
The night has come like the day before
You lay down in your bed and nothing more
Behind your window there are thousands stars
So you crawl back to door and sit on the floor
This is the part of your life that you call closing time
Your hope’s about to die and it’s closing time
This poem is from one of my best friends , Arash , which is one of the best poems he’s ever written , hope he can make the best music for it too!
Thanks Arash .
