All the wind in the trees and the city asleep, a cold drink a lock of hair
Oh the good luck charm makes a quiet alarm and my fingers are numb, I don't care
But I keep knocking, I keep knocking, I keep knocking yeah
I keep knocking, I keep knocking, I keep knocking yeah.
All the neighbors asleep but I thought I could see a hand move the curtain away
Well I'm late for a bath and an old photograph, but my god, I wish I could stay
But I keep knocking, I keep knocking, I keep knocking yeah
I keep knocking, I keep knocking, I keep knocking yeah.