This world is an open door.
I’m waiting for you to come in.
It’s a brand new apartment with hard-wood floors.
It’s a brand new face. Brand-new skin.
This world could be an open door.
This light could strip you of your sins.
This love could be a beacon.
This song could live inside your skin.

You’ve got scales that won’t fall off.
I’ve got gloves but won’t weigh in.
It’s a million-dollar pinprick leaves a crescent on your skin
Star witness for the prosecution.
And you wonder what the trial is for.

This world could be an open door.

Every Saturday night. Every Holiday Inn.
Every chance to forget, information pills open the shades and let the sunlight in.
Every horse is a winner. Every glass house made of tin.
Why don’t you open the shades and let the sunlight in.
Why don’t you open the shades and let the sunshine in.

I’m waiting for you to come in.