Graham Coxon - Locked doors

Locked doors, rose red Locked doors, half dead I see your face so clean in my space And I want to believe that I hold the key to me Locked doors, release Locked doors, my peace Let me retrieve, help me never leave Cause I'd like to believe that I got the key in me Locked doors, inside Locked doors, all mine I see hard times in me subside But I've got to believe that I got the key to me