Another Door

There must be something in the blood we share Fermented over centuries or something in the air. Our moody scenery, just won't stop bruising me. I've had enough of grey skies raising tears Another door is closed I see the fire inside Another door closed, another door You know it's cold. The map of bitterness I imagined Has just brought out the nurse in me - Or don't you need care? I know, there's lots of love But it's all twisted up, I've had enough of thunder ringing in my ears Here by the fireside, there's a war, a war Let's blame the war on bad design - don't cry Here by the fireside, there's a war, a war Blame the war on you and I I know there's lots of love Still it's all twisted up