Revolving doors, what have I done?
Someone on the TV, tepid loss
Revolving doors, what will I become?
And redneck song
You payed up for a seven
But he only got an eight, now, now
I feel that I´m paused
By all the pills, I see no running

On a foggy day
(Revolving door)
(On a foggy day)
(Revolving door)
(On a foggy day)

I sit in a diner, and The Beatles play
I payed up for a seven, but I only got eight, so eight
Oh now I feel that I´m paused
By all the pills, I seem to run out here

(Revolving door)
(On a foggy day)
(Revolving door)
(On a foggy day)
(Revolving door)

Revolving doors, it´s stormy on the Eastern sea board
He got silver up his night
He payed up for three, but got only two

(Revolving door)
(On a foggy day)
(Revolving door)
(On a foggy day)

And he said
‘Seems I was born for this,
Seems I was born to this.´

(Revolving door)
(On a foggy day)
(Revolving door)
(On a foggy day)

Revolving doors

(Revolving door)
(On a foggy day)
(Revolving door)
(On a foggy day)

Revolving doors

(Revolving door)
(On a foggy day)
(♫...)