• Title: The Turnaround
  • Written by: Krukowski/Yang


Up all night
Just to feel the breeze
An attic room
Closed for centuries
The turnaround
The change of key
The open door
You gave to me
A dusty book
With tipped-in plates
Brushes dipped
In fresh white paint
An open door
Might lead you
A million miles away
But this heart will stay
Beside you