The Last Roundup - Sidewalk Lyrics

When you said it would be alright, that's when I knew you were outta line
An innocence too hard to take, in my bed now hangs a bitter taste
I never thought it would come to this, one last round for the hell of it
Is this the prelude to the end or are we fated to pretend
What was broken, can we repair? in my head I thought that is what I said
Cognitive dissonance, struck by a fear of what was imminent
I never thought it would come to this, one last round for the hell of it
Is this the prelude to the end or are we fated to pretend
What for nothing, only empty minutes left
A silver-hearted trojan lay in waiting to repent
I can't stand up for falling down, I can't move back my legs have gone
No one's right if no one's wrong, we're all fated to pretend