You're holding your hand to my throat;
And you're telling me wrong, 'cause I know
Softly you're falling, and softly you'll climb
At the foot of my bed, when I left you behind
You left me for dead, now it's you who's behind
You told me that you would be there;
Then again when is life ever fair?
Was it something, or nothing at all?
Look away as I start to fall
Closing my eyes, 'cause I see you at night;
Pacing the hallways, and cutting the light
Accepting the bad things, though you know you're right
You know you've fallen, but I know how high
You told me that you would be there;
Then again when is life ever fair?
Was it something, or nothing at all?
You look away as I start to fall
Closing my eyes, 'cause I see you at night;
Still pacing the hallways, and cutting the light
Accepting the bad things, though you know you're right
You know you've fallen, but I know how high