Tekster: Ikon. Departure.

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

From: This Quiet Earth

by Chris McCarter & Dino Molinaro