Civil Wars 20 Years
There's a note underneath your front door
That I wrote 20 years ago
Yellow paper and a faded picture
And a secret hidden in the
There's no reasons, no excuses
There's no secondhand alibis
Just some black ink on some blue lines
And a shadow you won't recognize
In the meantime I'll be waiting
For 20 years, 20 more
I'll be praying for redemption
And your note underneath my door
And your note underneath my door
