Текст: Damon & Naomi. The Turnaround.

Up all night, just to feel the breeze
An attic room closed for centuries

The turnaround, the change of key
The open door, you gave to me

A dusty book with tipped-in plates
Brushes dipped in fresh white paint

The turnaround, the change of key
The open door, you gave to me

An open door might lead you
A million miles away
But this heart will stay
Beside you, beside you, beside you