At Death's Door

	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 (that) 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 and 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 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 at death's door
	We all suffer loss...
	As surely day changes into night [Music: B.Cline, P.Craddick] [Lyrics: P.Craddick]