There a certain contradiction In everything I say When I asked if you were leaving I was hoping you would stay Well you took all your possessions But you left behind much more And they know I'm always listening For your hand upon the door Never asking where you're going Never asking where you've been Just think of what you're missing And the time that's in between I see the mirror in the hall No reflection is in view There¹s a clock upon the wall But correction's overdue And these four walls that surround me Well they¹ve seen it all before And they know I'm always listening For your hand upon the door With occasional digression I was trying to be strong And I thought I'd found the answer But I heard the question wrong While outside it turns to lightning So I pull the curtains o'er And they know I¹m always listening For your hand upon the door