Two years of longing and waiting
I saw you every morning through the worn out curtain
Driving an old bicycle with the box of milks and newspapers
Knocking every house you passed although you knew they'd never opened
Knocked mine, please
We've been separated for too long
Knocked mine, I beg you
I promised I would open the door before the third cluck
Knocked mine, would you?
Because I could wait no more
