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 & Dino Molinaro