An Opened Door, Steps On the Floor

I heard pages flipping As a sign of calling, We both needed each attention And we both realised there was a tension, At night we will wish a good Though there was a flowing mood, I closed the door without locking Thinking of going in without knocking, I could hear her voice talking over phone To wish she was in this bed refreshing my backbone, But she just waited And i just hesitated, An opened door Steps on the floor.