Benjy Davis Project To Your Door
Colors surround all that make all these dreams of mine real.
But all that I've found is a reason for why I am here.
Women and Children they run from the feelings inside.
And everyone's looking for problems and secrets to hide.
And I've been winded before,
So I talk it out and I walk it out to your door,
To your door.
Colors surround all that make all these dreams of mine real.
But all that I've found is a reason for why I am here.
I lay on the couch with my dreams and the smell of her hair.
'Cause when she's around I don't wanna be nowhere but there.
And I've been winded before,
So I talk it out and I walk it out to your door,
To your door.
And I've been winded before,
So I talk it out and I walk it out to your door,
To your door.
