when you walk through the door won’t you say a little prayer oh the wooden floors are creaking and the house sings everywhere walk through the door and dress me up in lace like a dollhouse in the attic i am yours to rearrange
1904, through the windows light with pour oh half the beauty of this place is everything that it’s erased before 1905, and i feel so alive cause i’m in love with history.. as long as it isn’t mine
walk through the door my eyes start getting wide with the wonder of a child and the evidence of time walk through the door and i forgot my past all the stories are just fiction and in here they’ll never last, no no
1904, through the windows light with pour oh half the beauty of this place is everything that it’s erased before 1905, and i feel so alive cause i’m in love with history.. as long as it isn’t mine
and you can tell the innocence you can tell the failed attempts they will not define me anymore and you can tell hypocrisy to leave it at the door and i’ll forget the things i’ve done i’ll forget the words i’ve sung i’ll forget everyone i loved if you just let me stay, hey!
1904, through the windows light with pour oh half the beauty of this place is everything that it’s erased before 1905, and i feel so alive cause i’m in love with history yeah i’m in love with history.. as long as it isn’t mine