we use to walk in each other arms, “one on one,”
that’s what you said. now the moon is a sliver in our
eye, we stumble bleeding on the broken glass.
chorus: there’s too much repetition, you know you’re
past the point of sane. all this broken glass
you left behind, won’t let you make a clean,
clean walk away.
now we’re crossing from the sacred ground, where we
once held each other, each other’s names. when the
words are sparse, we feel we’re so profound, but babe
you know all i feel, i feel so ashamed.
there was a time when we gave everything, and it was
true, true enough to bleed. but now you feel that
you’ve got nothing left. if there’s nothing to lose, then
there’s nothing to gain. walk away.
you know i’d still hold you, if i could, its hard not to
try and change try to change your mind. i’m a pillar of
salt, i want you to understand. this is the last time,
the time i ever look behind. walk away.
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