Lyrics Sliding Doors - Flyte

If I caught that
Train before it pulled out
Who knows
It really might have worked out
My Beretta held steady I′m just about read to blow
And for one split second I think about ending it all
From the twenty fifth floor
Behind the sliding doors
Behind sliding doors
And I'd chosen
Any other cafe
It would all change
In the blinking of a blind eye
My Beretta held steady I′m just about read to blow
And for one split second I think about ending it all
From the twenty fifth floor
Behind the sliding doors
The rain on the carpet
Your coat on the bed
You say that you've been here before
And you don't have the patience to stay with me anymore
Behind sliding doors
Behind sliding doors