you don't care about the road. the one that lead us to the places we know. a road of promises we made. there's just nothing left to hold. . feels like you just keep on pulling me down, sometimes I fall without making a sound, will it ever be the same again? it took me to long to take the blame.
There may be trouble ahead, baby, yeah. There may be teardrops to shed. I'm comin' in from the cold, baby, yeah. Yes, I'm in and I'm warm. You don't forget that, baby, hey.