Keys to that one door, I’ve been waiting a long time,
Now I’ve found that door, and the right key, a perfect fit;

Twist and turn, let me in, fate, let me,
It’s not opening, why? Do tell.
These carvings, creative vandals, is there a story?

Clueless, impatient. Yet I hesitate for a while,
I can see you, can you hear me. I cry out to you.

Don’t forget me, no, not before midnight,
Don’t let me fade away, don’t let this go to waste,
I’ll stand by the door, I’ll keep the bells ringing.

Is that you calling, or is that the angels singing,
Come for me now, comfort me.