At Death's Door

At Death's Door - Enchant

Written by：Brian Cline/Paul Craddick

I run my desperate trembling hands

Along the floor were you once walked

Fighting tears that come from loss

I brave the rooms where we once talked

You took a part of me I never can reclaim

Your spirit's in my heart

But you know it's not the same

Straining to beat this blur of tears

Swollen eyes beg for my dead friend

Reminiscing with a photograph

Drives home what was won't be again

I will to guarantee my reason will prevail

Pain breeds the need for make believe

To soothe a heart that's fail

Like a wind up clock left in the rain

Like a candle burns away its light

We all suffer at death's door

As surely as day turns into night

I drop down to my knees plead with the sky

Of course it does no good

But I'll give anything a try

Gazing thinking standing on a cliff

That guards the blue green of the sea

I accept the blueprint of the world that

All must pass away that's come to be

You meant so much to me

That's why there's all this pain

So much improved from our exchange

It will never be the same

Like a wind up clock left in the rain

Like a candle burns away its light

We all suffer at death's door

As surely as day turns into night

Like a wind up clock left in the rain

Like a candle burns away its light

We all suffer loss at death's door

We all suffer loss

As surely as day changes into night