The Door – Words and music by Phil Klahn
Life brings us so many changes
The less said, the more is heard
And all through the days of fire, smoke and haze
The laughter is inferred
Undersold, left out in the cold
Storied and old, like “Roman Holiday”
There’s a time for letting go and a time for getting on
Does it take a higher place to see what’s beyond?
If it’s happiness you seek, but it’s emptiness you find
It’s so hard to understand, it’s your heart on the line
Tell the truth, if you may
And await the reply
Let the hurt flow away
In the blink of an eye
Life, it can be such strangeness
The winners who don’t think they’ve won
And we, who are clever, will not be so forever
Still desperate to hang on
I held mine, frozen in time
Only to find the mourner passed away
There’s a time for giving in and a time for getting out
With no written guarantee, can you live with the doubt?
If it’s happiness you seek, but it’s emptiness you find
It’s so easy to believe that the whole world is blind
To the truth, I confess
I won’t say anymore
You can see for yourself
Now you stand
Welcome to the door, come on in.
Tell the truth, if you may and await the reply
Let the hurt flow away in the blink of an eye
To the truth, I confess, I won’t say anymore
You can see for yourself, welcome to the door, come on in
California group Floral combines dizzying guitar work with frenetic drumming for head-spinning, deeply complex post-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020