Is this a door that's sliding closed?
A choice I made, one path exposed
Or maybe it's a gate that swings
Deciding what tomorrow brings
Are these sliding doors or shifting sands?
Changing winds or trembling hands?
Each move I make, I hesitate
Is it the tide or the twist of fate?
Is this the wind that pulls me in?
A gentle breeze or storm's first spin
Or is the ground beneath me slow
With every step, the sands will go?
Are these sliding doors or shifting sands?
Changing winds or trembling hands?
Each choice I make, I wonder still
Is it the page or my own will?
Is this a line I shouldn't cross?
Or just a chance that's almost lost?
A ripple in the water's grace
Fading lights or mirrored face?
Is this a line I shouldn't cross?
Or just a chance that's almost lost?
A ripple in the water's grace
Fading lights or mirrored face?
Are these sliding doors or shifting sands?
Changing winds or trembling hands?
Or is the ground beneath me slow
With every step, the sands will go?
Is this a line I shouldn't cross?
Or just a chance that's almost lost?
A ripple in the water's grace
Fading lights or mirrored face?
Or mirrored face
Sliding doors, gates ajar
Sands that shift, winds afar
And through it all, I start to see
The paths we take are finding me