Any day now You're gonna fall out of this dream And back into the place Where your head hurts This journey its all a reocurring theme Seperated by the sun and the moonlight Step out into the cold air Take a breath Just to make sure you're still there Cos they'll all leave guaranteed When the silence is like falling debris Standing in the doorway We forgot what was real Standing in the doorway We forgot what was real There's some kind of shape In the distance It attracts you, you've got no resistance There's an anchor tied To the side of your ship You may throw overboard what you packed for the trip And fall through the ocean to get home A memory is drawn In this sea of emotion You soon find that it carries on Standing in the doorway We forgot what was real Standing in the doorway We forgot what was real