A change of speed, a change of style.
A change of scene, with no regrets
A chance to watch, admire the distance
Still occupied, though you forget.
Different colors, different shades
Over each mistakes were made.
I took the blame.
Directionless so plain to see
A loaded gun won't set you free.
So you say.
We'll share a drink and step outside
An angry voice and one who cried
'We'll give you everything and more
The strain's too much, can't take much more.'
Oh, I've walked on water, run through fire
Can't seem to feel it anymore.
It was me, waiting for me
Hoping for something more
Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else.