Doors Made of Rye

Jorge Salan

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Everyday is a fallen leaf
Every month is a dying spring
In this days of sadness

Doors made of rye
Doors made of leaves and rye
Prevail around the land

Living with my past my thoughts and memories
Nothing matters to me
Now the world is gone and I feel so alone
But life still goes on

I'm down and out everywhere I go
(Spoken: Nothing lights my way)
I recall my fall from grace
(Spoken: I started to feel scared about life)
Where can I find my promised land?

Doors made of rye
Doors made of leaves and rye
Prevail around the land

Baby I know what it means to be alone
And I have come through
Now is the time to look to a different place
To start once again

Doors made of rye
Doors made of leaves and rye
Prevail around the land

Living with my past my thoughts and memories
Nothing matters to me
Now the world is gone and I feel so alone
But life still goes on