Talkin' down the line. I nearly lost my mind. Nearly lost you babe. Think about you child. Through my sick and twisted smile. I nearly lost you babe. Shakin' in my hands.
As you look back upon the past. This tarnished wake. Which you refuse to see. All shall be swept aside. As you hide the wounds. That shall not set you free.
You couldn't find your peace. Within the bitterness that burns. For the Sleeping Dogs that lie. Forever to return, forever to return. . Gone but not forgotten.
Talkin' down the line, I nearly lost my mind. Nearly lost you babe. I think about you child, through my sick and twisted smile. I nearly lost you babe.