| Song | Doorway to Salvation |
| Artist | Beyond The Bridge |
| Album | The Old Man & The Spirit |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Spirit: | |
| Your sad lit candle | |
| Is guttering | |
| But still wont seize to burn | |
| Enough to seethe | |
| Enough to cry | |
| The cause to breathe | |
| The cause to die | |
| If I should handle | |
| Your muttering | |
| Iʼll call for in return: | |
| Enough to seethe | |
| Enough to cry | |
| The cause to breathe | |
| The cause to die | |
| Old Man: | |
| A child | |
| A dream | |
| A womenʼs embrace | |
| A thought | |
| A scream | |
| A comforting face | |
| Two blinks | |
| Three steps | |
| Four words of a phrase | |
| One reason to go on remembering | |
| Spirit: | |
| It might seem much | |
| (it might seem much) | |
| But don’t condemn me | |
| Just break the crutch | |
| (just break the crutch) | |
| That you call memory | |
| Old Man: | |
| Finally! There’s a doorway to salvation | |
| Should I trust and yield to this temptation | |
| If I lost my memory | |
| All of my life | |
| Will I still be human: | |
| Curious and free | |
| Spirit: | |
| Doubts are shading | |
| As the lights are fading | |
| Go lift the curtain | |
| Now be certain | |
| And see | |
| Spirit: | |
| I will be righteous | |
| And measure | |
| The price you have to pay | |
| Enough to seethe | |
| Enough to cry | |
| The cause to breathe | |
| The cause to die | |
| So I am claiming | |
| Your treasure | |
| Of fortune and dismay: | |
| Enough to seethe | |
| Enough to cry | |
| The cause to breathe | |
| The cause to die | |
| Old Man: | |
| A kiss | |
| A smile | |
| A cold chill inside | |
| A song | |
| A dance | |
| A word and a fight | |
| Two hearts | |
| Three lies | |
| Four eyes how they cried | |
| One reason to wipe out and wash away | |
| Spirit: | |
| It might seem much | |
| (it might seem much) | |
| But dont condemn me | |
| Just break the crutch | |
| (just break the crutch) | |
| That you call memory | |
| Old Man: | |
| Doubts are shading | |
| As the lights are fading | |
| Go lift the curtain | |
| To be certain | |
| And see | |
| Spirit: | |
| Finally! There’s a doorway to salvation | |
| Let him trust and yield to this temptation | |
| If I will have gained what | |
| Once was his life | |
| I will be like mankind | |
| Curious and free | |
| Old Man: | |
| A tear | |
| A touch | |
| A black tie and shirt | |
| A book | |
| A speech | |
| A shovel of dirt | |
| Two stones | |
| Three names | |
| Four cries of a bird | |
| One reason to live and to die at last | |
| Old Man: | |
| Finally! There’s a doorway to salvation | |
| Its the trust we take from contemplation | |
| Its the strength of memory | |
| And of wondering | |
| Finally theres a doorway | |
| Curious and free | |
| Spirit: | |
| Doubts are shading | |
| As the lights are fading | |
| Go lift the curtain | |
| Now be certain | |
| And consign your life to me! | |
| VIII · The Struggle |
| Spirit: | |
| Your sad lit candle | |
| Is guttering | |
| But still wont seize to burn | |
| Enough to seethe | |
| Enough to cry | |
| The cause to breathe | |
| The cause to die | |
| If I should handle | |
| Your muttering | |
| I ll call for in return: | |
| Enough to seethe | |
| Enough to cry | |
| The cause to breathe | |
| The cause to die | |
| Old Man: | |
| A child | |
| A dream | |
| A women s embrace | |
| A thought | |
| A scream | |
| A comforting face | |
| Two blinks | |
| Three steps | |
| Four words of a phrase | |
| One reason to go on remembering | |
| Spirit: | |
| It might seem much | |
| it might seem much | |
| But don' t condemn me | |
| Just break the crutch | |
| just break the crutch | |
| That you call memory | |
| Old Man: | |
| Finally! There' s a doorway to salvation | |
| Should I trust and yield to this temptation | |
| If I lost my memory | |
| All of my life | |
| Will I still be human: | |
| Curious and free | |
| Spirit: | |
| Doubts are shading | |
| As the lights are fading | |
| Go lift the curtain | |
| Now be certain | |
| And see | |
| Spirit: | |
| I will be righteous | |
| And measure | |
| The price you have to pay | |
| Enough to seethe | |
| Enough to cry | |
| The cause to breathe | |
| The cause to die | |
| So I am claiming | |
| Your treasure | |
| Of fortune and dismay: | |
| Enough to seethe | |
| Enough to cry | |
| The cause to breathe | |
| The cause to die | |
| Old Man: | |
| A kiss | |
| A smile | |
| A cold chill inside | |
| A song | |
| A dance | |
| A word and a ght | |
| Two hearts | |
| Three lies | |
| Four eyes how they cried | |
| One reason to wipe out and wash away | |
| Spirit: | |
| It might seem much | |
| it might seem much | |
| But dont condemn me | |
| Just break the crutch | |
| just break the crutch | |
| That you call memory | |
| Old Man: | |
| Doubts are shading | |
| As the lights are fading | |
| Go lift the curtain | |
| To be certain | |
| And see | |
| Spirit: | |
| Finally! There' s a doorway to salvation | |
| Let him trust and yield to this temptation | |
| If I will have gained what | |
| Once was his life | |
| I will be like mankind | |
| Curious and free | |
| Old Man: | |
| A tear | |
| A touch | |
| A black tie and shirt | |
| A book | |
| A speech | |
| A shovel of dirt | |
| Two stones | |
| Three names | |
| Four cries of a bird | |
| One reason to live and to die at last | |
| Old Man: | |
| Finally! There' s a doorway to salvation | |
| Its the trust we take from contemplation | |
| Its the strength of memory | |
| And of wondering | |
| Finally theres a doorway | |
| Curious and free | |
| Spirit: | |
| Doubts are shading | |
| As the lights are fading | |
| Go lift the curtain | |
| Now be certain | |
| And consign your life to me! | |
| VIII The Struggle |
| Spirit: | |
| Your sad lit candle | |
| Is guttering | |
| But still wont seize to burn | |
| Enough to seethe | |
| Enough to cry | |
| The cause to breathe | |
| The cause to die | |
| If I should handle | |
| Your muttering | |
| I ll call for in return: | |
| Enough to seethe | |
| Enough to cry | |
| The cause to breathe | |
| The cause to die | |
| Old Man: | |
| A child | |
| A dream | |
| A women s embrace | |
| A thought | |
| A scream | |
| A comforting face | |
| Two blinks | |
| Three steps | |
| Four words of a phrase | |
| One reason to go on remembering | |
| Spirit: | |
| It might seem much | |
| it might seem much | |
| But don' t condemn me | |
| Just break the crutch | |
| just break the crutch | |
| That you call memory | |
| Old Man: | |
| Finally! There' s a doorway to salvation | |
| Should I trust and yield to this temptation | |
| If I lost my memory | |
| All of my life | |
| Will I still be human: | |
| Curious and free | |
| Spirit: | |
| Doubts are shading | |
| As the lights are fading | |
| Go lift the curtain | |
| Now be certain | |
| And see | |
| Spirit: | |
| I will be righteous | |
| And measure | |
| The price you have to pay | |
| Enough to seethe | |
| Enough to cry | |
| The cause to breathe | |
| The cause to die | |
| So I am claiming | |
| Your treasure | |
| Of fortune and dismay: | |
| Enough to seethe | |
| Enough to cry | |
| The cause to breathe | |
| The cause to die | |
| Old Man: | |
| A kiss | |
| A smile | |
| A cold chill inside | |
| A song | |
| A dance | |
| A word and a ght | |
| Two hearts | |
| Three lies | |
| Four eyes how they cried | |
| One reason to wipe out and wash away | |
| Spirit: | |
| It might seem much | |
| it might seem much | |
| But dont condemn me | |
| Just break the crutch | |
| just break the crutch | |
| That you call memory | |
| Old Man: | |
| Doubts are shading | |
| As the lights are fading | |
| Go lift the curtain | |
| To be certain | |
| And see | |
| Spirit: | |
| Finally! There' s a doorway to salvation | |
| Let him trust and yield to this temptation | |
| If I will have gained what | |
| Once was his life | |
| I will be like mankind | |
| Curious and free | |
| Old Man: | |
| A tear | |
| A touch | |
| A black tie and shirt | |
| A book | |
| A speech | |
| A shovel of dirt | |
| Two stones | |
| Three names | |
| Four cries of a bird | |
| One reason to live and to die at last | |
| Old Man: | |
| Finally! There' s a doorway to salvation | |
| Its the trust we take from contemplation | |
| Its the strength of memory | |
| And of wondering | |
| Finally theres a doorway | |
| Curious and free | |
| Spirit: | |
| Doubts are shading | |
| As the lights are fading | |
| Go lift the curtain | |
| Now be certain | |
| And consign your life to me! | |
| VIII The Struggle |