blues knocking at the door
the walls are paper thin here
I swear you can hear anything
the walls are paper thin indeed
I can hear anything spoken
and better yet what’s not said
when the house is empty baby
and I’m the only who’s here
when the house is empty my love
I can hear you loud & clear
even those thoughts deep within
they come to me loud & clear
the past remains present
inside the walls of eternity
the past but a symbol of youth
inside these walls of eternity
the doorbell ringing yesterday
pretending to be a presence
followed by a knocking on the door
september two thousand twenty-four
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