At The Door - The Strokes

I can’t escape it

Never gonna make it out of this in time

I guess that’s just fine

I’m not there quite yet

My thoughts, such a mess

Like a little boy

What you running for?

Run at the door

Anyone home?

Have I lost it all?

Struck me like a chord

I’m an ugly boy

Holding out the knife

Lonely afterlife

You begged me not to go

Sinking like a stone

Use me like an oar

Get yourself to shore

Bang at the door

Anyone home?

That’s just what they do

Right in front of you

Like a cannonball

Slamming through your wall

In their face, I saw

What they’re fighting for

Can’t escape it

I never gonna make it

Till the end, I guess

Struck me like a chord

I’m an ugly boy

Holding out the knife

Lonely afterlife

Banging on the door

I don’t wanna know

Sinking like a stone

So use me like an oar

Hard to fight what I can’t see

Not trying to build no dynasty

I can see beyond this world

But we’ve lost this game so many times before

Lying on the cold floor

I’ll be waiting, yeah

I’ll be waiting from the other side

Waiting for the tide to rise

Lying on the cold floor

I’ll be waiting, yeah

I’ll be waiting from the other side

Waiting for the tide to rise