At the cinema’s door, my ticket’s old,
And I’ve got a story I wish I could change.
But who would give me a chance,
To go inside just once and live it in its details?
My hand in hers, my eyes on her,
Hearing her laughter as we’re watching the film.
Our story ended, and life pulled us apart,
I can’t stay away, and I can’t get close.
My hand in hers, my eyes on her,
Hearing her laughter as we’re watching the film.
Our story ended, and life pulled us apart,
I can’t stay away, and I can’t get close.
I could’ve stayed, she could’ve waited,
But what a pity, my ticket’s old.
From the cinema’s door, lovers are entering,
With a new story and an ending that’s near.
I see their dreams, I feel their pain,
Before it even happens — I’ve lived it before.
No one sees me, no one hears me,
As I stand outside the cinema’s door.
I see their dreams, I feel their pain,
Before it even happens — I’ve lived it before.
No one sees me, no one hears me,
As I stand outside the cinema’s door.
At the cinema’s door, my ticket’s old,
And I’ve got a story I wish I could change.
