| Somebody told me you were leaving town
|
| I swear I never thought you’d be the one who’d let me down
|
| Fold this part
|
| Unfold this part
|
| Sticking to the walls, sticking to this one way street
|
| You could never run, but you said you’d run with me
|
| Hold this heart
|
| Hold this heart
|
| And I will not fall hard this time
|
| Cause we are not afraid of who we are
|
| But of what we have become
|
| And we are not afraid of what’s to be
|
| When this road has just begun
|
| So we will turn our backs
|
| And close the doors for the last time
|
| Give me back what’s mine
|
| Give me back what’s mine
|
| So we will turn our backs
|
| And close the doors for the last time
|
| Give me back what’s mine
|
| Give me back what’s mine |