There was nothing strange about it when she came to my door
When she came to my door,
when she came
l told her that l knew her name was Emily
And she said my name, almost gently, through plywood
When she came to my door,
when she came
When she came to my door
When she came
to my door
We stood there for a while
like cowboys, locked in silence
l opened my door with no weapon to draw
When she came to my door,
when she came
When she came to my door
When she came
to my door
She said she heard all about me
and what l've done with you
When she came to my door,
when she came
Just wanted to see me, hadn't thought of what to do
Her pretty face marked by tears, like since l met you,
mine was too
When she came to my door,
when she came
When she came to my door
When she came
to my door
Then we slowly, simultaniously undressed
as if in a mirror
Stood there for a while
She was as unarmed as l
When she came to my door,
when she came
She came to my door
When she came
And l finally saw her as she was
and she saw me
When we finally embraced,
when we finally
No longer lovesick enemies
Just two women: Eve and Emily.
When she came to my door.
Written and composed by Cecilie Illemann
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released November 30, 2019
Acoustic guitars, vocals, field recordings: Cecilie Illemann
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