كلمات The Door Northern

It would have never been said I was told by my head to slow down Clean up this mess It would still remain to be seen If my conscience could have stopped once from bothering me I made a clearing Don't make me go back Hating what's done I'm waiting for this new fall season I always wished it this way But I never thought much about it I always wished it this way It's only the process that pays me Who cares where we end up I made the past out to be a prize I made the past out to be what I need What we have now is nothing If we wait long enough If we wait long and hard If we wait, they say This could be something