A Silent Film One Wrong Door

There’s a small hole in the back of your shirt

Oh tell me; what have they done

To the only one I have ever loved?

And there’s a small groan from the back of your throat

As a halo of rouge surrounds us both

Oh how my heart does hurt

By my knees

On the tarmac there lay

A bullet with my name

There was a bullet with my name

Rain falls on the back of my neck

My arms are as weak as you are faint

Oh don’t leave me now

To such a cruel fate

It was one night out of a hundred or more

It was the one wrong turn

Through that one wrong door

To the one wrong hollow man

With the gun in his hand

And he silenced you with that shattering bang

Bang

Bang

Bang

By my knees

On the tarmac there lay

In the pouring rain

My lover slain

By a bullet with my name

There was a bullet with my name

Bullet with my name

There was a bullet with my name