The Turnaround

The Turnaround
Up all night, just to feel the breeze
An attic room closed for centuries
The turnaround, the change of key
The open door, you gave to me
A dusty book with tipped-in plates
Brushes dipped in fresh white paint
The turnaround, the change of key
The open door, you gave to me
An open door might lead you
A million miles away
But this heart will stay
Beside you, beside you, beside you