The Revolving Door — American Music Club

The revolving door

Im stuck in it, my love

Your cold cold heart that never opens

And never tires

What chance do I have?

Your meteor shower, my love

Did you want to wish on some lucky star

Or did you just want to watch them fall

And burn out

What chance do I have?

Your disappearing act my love

Thats an old stand by

And I just want your touch

To never tire

What chance do I have?