Sliding Doors

If I caught that
 Train before it pulled out
 Who knows
 It really might have worked out
 My Beretta held steady I'm just about read to blow
 And for one split second I think about ending it all
 From the twenty fifth floor
 Behind the sliding doors
 Behind sliding doors
 And I'd chosen
 Any other cafe
 It would all change
 In the blinking of a blind eye
 My Beretta held steady I'm just about read to blow
 And for one split second I think about ending it all
 From the twenty fifth floor
 Behind the sliding doors
 The rain on the carpet
 Your coat on the bed
 You say that you've been here before
 And you don't have the patience to stay with me anymore
 Behind sliding doors
 
 Behind sliding doors