There's a note underneath the front door That I wrote twenty years ago Yellow paper and a faded picture And a secret, in an envelope There's no reasons No excuses There's no secondhand alibis Just some black ink, on some blue lines And a shadow, you won't recognize Mmm Mmm And if it means I'll be waiting twenty years And twenty more I'll be praying for redemption And your note, underneath my door And your note underneath my doo
