Slowly Close The Door
Step into the midnight garden.
Slowly close the door.
I feel the ghost of you beside me.
Thinking about the times that you were here.
Feel the eyes of all the people here before.
Love hangs heavy here.
We talked out here on summer nights.
All those evenings slipped away.
How did we get to be the people that we are?
When you get love make it stay.
Hello loneliness I missed you not at all.
Hello, just another girl I knew.
Hello memories and snapshots in the rain
Reading all the writing on the wall.
I remember how it felt when I was young.
So intense and never real at all.
Now we know so much about
The people we’ve become
How come I still ride out to fall?
Someone told me less is more.
Said it just to help me on my way.
No-one told me that you’d take my heart
And leave it out of doors.
Should’ve listened when you never said you’d stay.
Hello loneliness I missed you not at all.
Hello just another girl I knew.
Hello memories and snapshots in the rain.
Reading all the writing on the wall.
(I’m reading all the writing on the wall.)
Is someone having a laugh or what?
This is something I wrote just recently for Frances Shelley who asked me if I’d like to do some lyrics. When I got up off the floor I realised it wasn’t a joke at all.
I drew on things that had happened to me; the midnight garden I stepped into once, a long, long time ago, the one that became the garden that Ben stepped into in Not Your Heart Away , as well as my own midnight garden I stepped into here. I thought about something that happened this past summer.
This is what came out. It might come out alright yet. The lyric might be ok with a bit of work too.
