Beside the Shuttered Doors

The city is silent like a ghost on the cobblestones. Even the church bells do not ring. The winds they are blowing off the coast down the alleyways, Sweeping beside the shuttered doors. Oh quiet world, maybe now weu0027ll know what we really need. I need to know youu0027re fine. I couldnu0027t see it all before. We couldnu0027t see we wanted more. After it all may we not be the same. Yeah when we come back may we come back changed. Let us be washed in the pouring rain. Now all we want to know is when This too shall pass, And when we can be who we used to be. Cause we donu0027t know how to bow or bend Until things really get bad. Maybe itu0027s time at last. I couldnu0027t see it all before. We couldnu0027t see we wanted more. After it all may we not be the same. Yeah when we come back may we come back changed. Let us be washed in the pouring rain. Last night the moon rose over balconies All Silver and wise. Ever the quiet face of change. If we can get through this then maybe We can get through it all. Give us another chance. I couldnu0027t see it all before. We couldnu0027t see we wanted more After it all may we not be the same. Yeah when we come back may we come back changed. Let us be washed in the pouring rain. Oh quiet world, maybe we can change.