CHARMING ALL NEW HAZEL THE EPITOME OF TINY HOUSE LIVING

Looking at old photographs, feeling things I wish weren't true, like incandescent bottle light, wishful tears you never knew. Who were we before we had to ask that question and know the very one that splits the head of every living human soul and we look at the open door like a mirror, the open door like a mirror, the open door like a mirror. You can go where you want but you can't stay here. I wish that I had seen the signs, but planets hardly ever align and we were always doing fine, but only ever doing fine. So I started searching for the light within, holding candles up to desires while the light in our whole room goes dead. Shadows in the shape of a pyre and we look at the open door like a mirror, the open door like a mirror, the open door like a mirror. You can go where you want but you can't stay here and we open door like a mirror, oh yeah the open door like a mirror, the open door like a mirror. You can go where you want but you can't stay here. You can go where you want but we can't stay here. We can go where we want but we can't stay here. I have set my sights on a summer evening where we can watch the sky, chase the morning us under the stars, you fall into my arms there's no