When the world is cold Beyond my window-paneWhen the day is oldAnd my heart refrains, From opening up, showing love, giving up. Open me up Pull down my doors Fill up my heart Sweep the dust from my floors I am yours
When the world is cold
Beyond my window-pane
From opening up,
showing love,
giving up.
Open me up
Pull down my doors
Fill up my heart
Sweep the dust from my floors
I am yours
-Emma