You called to say you're sober
And that I cannot believe
This can finally be over
And I can not believe
I have suffered too
Each and every day
Christmas lights don't seem as bright anymore
You speak of faith, but do you pray
When you're on the floor?
I've seen your God, I've seen his face
Through revolving doors
Through revolving doors
Broken mirrors and stained-glass windows
I can't see you clear
I smell your scent upon my pillow
Your voice is all I hear
I am so confused
When it rains it pours
Can I walk with you
Through revolving doors
I'll pray for you to keep you safe
I can not cry no more
I've seen your God I've seen his face
Through revolving doors
Through revolving doors
Through revolving doors
Through revolving doors