My eyes on that door the silent lane beckons br My fingers scrape that door br Nobody opens it any more br br My eyes brimming the silent lane beckons br Memories flow; how many have walked these old streets br And how many do not any more? br br From the inner world of my own inner world br Comes the answers of despair br Comes the images of you there br br Sunlight and silence, people pass me by br In the cavern of the past some of this will remain br The present is now free from pain.