The doorway is alive with your indenture;
The spring believes in all that you hold dear —
There is no room for paraffin or censure,
So come on in; you need me, and
I’m here
The doorway is alive with your indenture;
The spring believes in all that you hold dear —
There is no room for paraffin or censure,
So come on in; you need me, and
I’m here
