Knockin' Songtext
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Knockin' Songtext
I′ve been knockin'
Knockin′ knockin' on your door
And my hand got sore
Couldn't use it any more
I′ve been waiting ′til my waiting got yellow and old
The languor of your front yard has worn me out
You've been lookin′ 'til my face got red
Something was oozing down
My ice cream melted
I′d break into your house to sweep the dust under your rug
But I didn't go because the door was locked
So I′m standing here in front
And the door is like a mountain
Did I bore myself a trail into the corner of your heart
Did I rain on your parade
It was there and then it's gone
Do you want my serenades?
What the hell, what the hell is going on?
It's been 25 years along the dusty road
I rowed the boat, I rowed the boat alone
And my head gone bald
My skin like stone
My gist unbroken, screw the people talking
I′m harvesting the seed I′ve sown
I'm coming back in fame like Jason
Coming home
Like Jason with the golden fleece through the golden rye
That′s right, that's right
Coming home
Like Jason with the golden fleece through the golden rye
That′s right, that's right
That′s right, that's right, that's right, that′s right, that′s right
I wanna settle down
I want a solid ground
I need to get a get a grip
I want, I want, I want, I want
I wanna settle down
I want a solid ground
I need to get a get a grip
Knockin′ knockin' on your door
And my hand got sore
Couldn't use it any more
I′ve been waiting ′til my waiting got yellow and old
The languor of your front yard has worn me out
You've been lookin′ 'til my face got red
Something was oozing down
My ice cream melted
I′d break into your house to sweep the dust under your rug
But I didn't go because the door was locked
So I′m standing here in front
And the door is like a mountain
Did I bore myself a trail into the corner of your heart
Did I rain on your parade
It was there and then it's gone
Do you want my serenades?
What the hell, what the hell is going on?
It's been 25 years along the dusty road
I rowed the boat, I rowed the boat alone
And my head gone bald
My skin like stone
My gist unbroken, screw the people talking
I′m harvesting the seed I′ve sown
I'm coming back in fame like Jason
Coming home
Like Jason with the golden fleece through the golden rye
That′s right, that's right
Coming home
Like Jason with the golden fleece through the golden rye
That′s right, that's right
That′s right, that's right, that's right, that′s right, that′s right
I wanna settle down
I want a solid ground
I need to get a get a grip
I want, I want, I want, I want
I wanna settle down
I want a solid ground
I need to get a get a grip
Writer(s): Valeryia Dele Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
