Two steps out of the elevator
And he came to his senses
He shouldn't have said that
He hopes its not too late
Two steps back into the elevator
And up to the fifth floor
He has to make this right
He hopes for a redemption
He stood at her door
He could hear her weep
His heart is broken
He's disappointed in himself
She sees him through the glass door
She yells on top of her voice
Touch not my door with your bloody hands!
He's in total awe now
He kneels behind the door
For hours he still kneels
He hasn't uttered a word
Well, what could he possibly say?
How should he begin?
I'm sorry I called you a whore?
I didn't mean to say its over?
I promise it won't happen again?
Indeed, he is sorry
But the word is of less value now
She cries herself to sleep
He still kneels in silence
Then she hears someone cry
The nights have beckoned
But it isn't a dream
He now kneels in tears
She's never seen him cry
She opens the door finally
His sorry has now gathered weight
He let's it out his chest
She helps him up on his feet
They both cry their hearts out
She whispers into his ears
Thanks for mending what you broke!
