You’re everything I could want There’s no house you couldn’t haunt You’re the key that could keep me in You’re the sense, under the skin
I won’t bring you roses I’ll bring myself instead Time only is time For what is meant Not what was said
Don’t come knocking, don’t come knocking Don’t come knocking at my door Don’t come knocking, knock, knock, knocking Don’t come knocking no more
You’re a dream I could wake up in You’re a fight I shouldn’t try to win You’re the door, I’ll always leave open You’re the heart that’s always hopin’
Off a tree-lined avenue, in a college made of stone I’ll sit there not dreaming, I would rather live alone
Don’t come knocking, don’t come knocking Don’t come knocking at my door Don’t come knocking, knock, knock, knocking Don’t come knocking no more
All the stars in the sky They can’t light our way, oh no All the maps, and all the charts All the dreams… Dreams …won’t… leave… you… Home… Home…
Don’t come knocking, don’t come knocking Don’t come knocking at my door Don’t come knocking, don’t come knocking Don’t come knocking at my door Don’t come knocking, knock, knock, knocking Don’t come knocking no more
Compositores: David Evans (The Edge) (PRS), Paul David Hewson (Bono) (PRS)Editor: Polygram International Music Publ BvECAD verificado obra #2197625 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM