Broken Door

It's raining tonight, and the smell of the breeze through my window
It reminds me of when I was a child
And my mind drifts away, I close my eyes, it's like I'm almost there
Things felt like magic then
And I think (and I think)
And I think to myself...

If I knew my father then I would ask if he felt like this at 23
Every day it feels more like the magic's behind me
If I knew my father then I would ask if he felt like this at 23

It was simple back then, looking out of this same window
Oh, back when I was a child
Before my friends passed away, before my trust had to be earned
And that first drink that lasted ten years
And I think (and I think)
And I think to myself...

If I knew my father then I would ask if he felt like this at 23
Every day it feels more like the magic's behind me
If I knew my father then I would ask if he felt like this at 23

Summer day's lying in the grass, the world seemed bigger then
I could never find a word for that feeling, until she told me her name
It's what perfect means to me

She smiled at me last night, rubbing her finger in the palm of her hand
That's when I knew I was dreaming
I can't dream anymore

If I knew my father then I would ask if he felt like this at 23
Every day it feels more like the magic's behind me
If I knew my father then I would ask if he felt like this at 23, like 23

If I knew my father then I would ask if he felt like this at 23
Every day it feels more like the magic's behind me
If I knew my father then I would ask if he felt like this at 23
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