When I stand in front of your house, my two hands tremble
It’s probably because I’m afraid the memories will open

I still can’t escape you yet
And I talk to myself again

I wonder if you’re having a hard time too
Please, please tell me that you are
* Door, that door, I can’t open it
In the end, I turn my footsteps away from the door
I want to go and tell my friend and breathe
All the things that happened behind those doors
They keep making me hide, keep making me afraid
Please, please, please

When I stand in front of your house, my two hands tremble
I’m afraid that the memories will open

I still can’t believe it
Whenever I stand in front of your house

I wonder if you’re having a hard time too
Please, please tell me that you are

When I stand in front of your house, my two hands tremble
I’m afraid to open the memories