change of speed, a change of style
change of scene, with no regrets
chance to watch, admire the distance
Still occupied though you forget
Different colours, different shades
Over each mistakes were made
I took the blame
Directionless so plain to see
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 [bad word] 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