Backstreets on a Sunday night
Running from the fear into the wall
Crazy thoughts had pa**ed his mind
But the seed had yet to bloom
Now he's scared to face the thorns of his actions
And it goes on and on...
First glance then a second look
Not too long
The third eye chose to stare
And it said
To go ahead, take a bite, promises
And it goes on and on...
Chorus:
I don't remember innocence
It's been so long
So far down this winding road
I can't remember my way home
It's all a cross to you
What have I done?
Such tainted decisions
But now I'm past the point of no return
Never to go back
Now the seed is sown, the tree is grown,
It's all a cross to you