This Wooden door,
This wooden floor,
This Fireplace sparks for
the couple sitting right before
Its cold outside,
dim light creeps in
from the night
-Have no fright
-Everything will be alright
-Sit tight
-I’ll check it out
-No one’s here but us
-So there’s no reason to fuss
-I will always love you I promise
-Why wouldn’t I be honest?
She doesn’t see it,
Nor believe it
But his eyes don’t lie,
Nor deceive it
He goes towards the foreign light,
This life am i right?

This Wooden door
This Wooden floor
The fireplace with wooden decor
Out of breath out of light
Out of warmth full of night
Wrinkles form on the womans face
He is not here , know life’s not a race
Life became hollow after the loss
All that sorrow, oh god! Support my cross
Wife felt betrayed
Because promises were made
But the Husband kept what he made
He watched over her for the past 3 decade

Wife sits down on a wooden chair
She is left with no affair
She thinks back to the good old days
When she had a husband and wooden things
“This place was a fantasy
I wanted no where else to be
Alone here doesn’t seem so right
I should start to move my soul out “

The light in the dark she starts to see it
Voice inside says “believe in it”
the carpenters sweet voice she recognized
“Don’t give in don’t fantasize
I tried to tune it out
By turning on his old sander
I hear the sound go louder and louder
I see my soul go higher and higher”
The voice hits that woodnote
Rejoice!
Its her death note.