At The Door

At The Door
I can't escape it
I'm never gonna make it out of this in time
I guess that's just fine
I'm not there quite yet
My thoughts, such a mess
Like a little boy
What you running for?

Run at the door
Anyone home?
Have I lost it all?
Struck me like a chord
I'm an ugly boy
Holding on the night
Lonely after light
You begged me not to go
Sinking like a stone
Use me like an oar
And get yourself to shore
Bang at the door
Anyone home?
It's just what they do
Right in front of you
Like a cannonball
Slamming through your wall
In their face, I saw
What they're fighting for
I can't escape it
I'm never gonna make it to the end, I guess
Struck me like a chord
I'm an ugly boy
Holding on the night
Lonely after light
Banging on the door
I don't wanna know
Sinking like a stone
So use me like an oar
Onto fight what I can’t see
Not tryna build
No dynasty
I can't see beyond this wall
But we lost this game
So many times before

I been on a cold road
I'll be waiting, yeah
I'll be waiting for the old times
Waiting for the time to pass
I been on a cold road
I'll be waiting, yeah
I'll be waiting for the old times
Waiting for the time to pass
La canción 'At The Door' de The Strokes habla de sentirse atrapado en un momento difícil, luchando con pensamientos desordenados y una sensación de desesperanza...