The Garden Door - Goldchime Pop
Lyrics by：정하 박
Composed by：정하 박
The ivy chokes the latch of rusted gold
Where we used to let the morning in
The iron handle feels so strange and cold
Against the weary surface of my skin
The path is hidden under tangled vines
A messy script of long forgotten lines
Standing here before the garden door
Wondering what I'm searching for today
The roses don't remember me anymore
And the summer heat has turned to silver grey
I see the bench where we would sit and wait
Now sinking deep into the velvet moss
I'm a stranger at my own back gate
Counting up the profit and the loss
The path is hidden under tangled vines
A messy script of long forgotten lines
Standing here before the garden door
Wondering what I'm searching for today
The roses don't remember me anymore
And the summer heat has turned to silver grey
One more step into the wild green
To find the ghost of what has been
The hinges scream but I will pull them wide
Standing here before the garden door
Wondering what I'm searching for today
The roses don't remember me anymore
And the summer heat has turned to silver grey
