outside the side door
the moment is frozen
cold snap taken over
I held it together for the end of the show

now St. Pat�s sits empty
looks so peaceful
in the snow
but the chains on the doors
tell us what they know

accidents happen
the steeple still stands
but the church bell doesn�t ring anymore
it was out of our hands;
nothing but cold
outside the side door...

inside the side door
the hall is warm
pleasant home
presents no harm

and as we sit in solace
wonder what will face us
when the doors open wide
and we have nothing left to hide...

accidents happen
the steeple still stands
but the church bell doesn�t ring anymore
it was out of our hands;
nothing but cold
outside the side door...

outside the side door
staring out the window
i can see you coming for me
i can feel you in me

as you wrap your arms around me
lying on the couch embraced
listening to radio 2 jazz
the lines along your back I traced

we hear the church bell ring and know
the chains have fallen off the door
looking peaceful
in the snow

accidents happen
the steeple still stands
and the church bell rings again
the town raises their hands

outside the side door
we watch the story unfold
like a brave allegory
it�s every secret we haven�t told.