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

Quiet Earth by
Chris McCarter &
Dino Molinaro