Sliding Doors - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

If I'd caught that train before it pulled out

Who knows? It really might have worked out

My Beretta held steady

And I'm just about ready to blow

And for one split second

I think about ending it all

From the twenty-fifth floor

Behind sliding doors

And if I'd chosen any other café

It would all change in the blinking of a blind eye

My Beretta held steady

I'm just about ready to blow

And for one split second

I think about ending it all

From the twenty-fifth floor

The rain on the carpet, your coat on the bed

You say that you been here before

And you don't have the patience to stay with me anymore

Behind sliding doors

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)