If I go and lead myself astray

If I think I'm better of this way

I thought that things would come between us

I always knew that things would end this way



I tried so hard to never take the blame

I sense that things will never be the same

What ever comes of me what ever will I face

I can depart I will retrace



Now we start to move within our space

Once again a path that I will chase

Close the door return wherever you once came

There's nothing left here to save



I tried so hard to never take the blame

I sense that things will never be the same

What ever comes of me what ever will I face

I can depart I will retrace



You did depend on me

And now you've thrown it all away

At first things seemed so strange

Will you ever see the day



From: This Quiet Earth



by Chris McCarter