Locked Doors – Graham Coxon

Locked doors, rose red, locked doors, half dead
I see your face so clean in my space
And I want to believe that I hold the key to me

Locked doors, release, locked doors, my peace
Let me retrieve, help me never leave
‘Cause I’d like to believe that I got the key in me

Locked doors inside, locked doors, all mine
I see hard times in me subside
But I’ve got to believe that I got the key to me