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
And if it means I'll be waiting for twenty years and twenty more
I'll be praying for redemption and your note underneath my door
And your note underneath my door
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
And if it means I'll be waiting for twenty years and twenty more
I'll be praying for redemption and your note underneath my door
And your note underneath my door