I see we're at a crossroads
The compass is spinning around
There's drama by the truckload
This ship may be running aground
We could go on
There's no room for doubt
What could go wrong?
I don't intend to find out
You think that we can patch it
And seal each emotional crack
You're burying the hatchet
But in the ground or in my back?
I don't know why
You're compelled to repair things
It's as if you're a marionette
That escaped and now
Misses the strings
I've been fooled once or twice
By the scent of a memory
And the next thing I know
I wake up all alone
In the same penitentiary
I'll can't believe you
Until I leave you