When I stand in front of your house, my two hands tremble
Itâs probably because Iâm afraid the memories will open
I still canât escape you yet
And I talk to myself again
I wonder if youâre having a hard time too
Please, please tell me that you are
* Door, that door, I canât open it
In the end, I turn my footsteps away from the door
I want to go and tell my friend and breathe
All the things that happened behind those doors
They keep making me hide, keep making me afraid
Please, please, please
When I stand in front of your house, my two hands tremble
Iâm afraid that the memories will open
I still canât believe it
Whenever I stand in front of your house
I wonder if youâre having a hard time too
Please, please tell me that you are
When I stand in front of your house, my two hands tremble
Iâm afraid to open the memories