An Open Door - Illinois

Call me, Lisa if you will

I got a story for ya

Call me, Lisa if you mind

I gotta tell you now

I gotta tell you now

You hold secrets the best out of all of our friends

Fool’s gold, traded your soul

Scared at the end

But we’re all scared at the end

I don’t want to tell you how

I don’t feel like explaining it now

But I’d like to get to know you just a little bit more

Why don’t you open the door

Why don’t you open the door

You lay looking at stars in your own backyard

While your dog runs around and barks at itself in the dark

I don’t want to make drastic leaps

I don’t want to talk to your machine

Oh I’d like to get to know you just a little bit more

Why don’t you open the door

Why don’t you open the door

I don’t want to stand on your porch step

I don’t want another night to forget

I don’t want to be the one who’s caught in the net

I don’t want to know if I’m happy yet

I’d just like to get to know you just a little bit more

Why don’t you open the door

Why don’t you open the door