Thought I could still carry it,
But maybe I should bury it?
The hatchet, the lack of it,
The lack of light to come in now..
You were seconds away, but now I have
Gone away, a lover of the runaway,
Thought I could come back to that place
Where I used to pace,
Where I used to lace it up every Thursday night,
Where we all got gone from now on,
Sent the email, and made the bail,
Wish I could look for you again,
Wish I could find you again,
Now just one look still feels like the
First one,
Behind those doors,
In the corridor,
In the dead of winter when the sun
Was shining,
In the middle of dying slowly trying
To get closer to You,
Wish I could carry it on my own,
But now I am walking home without
Ya, after the laid it all down for Ya,
After I lit the runway for this runaway,
I don’t know if I can face you,
Or if I can forget you,
But I don’t think I can carry you still,
Even though I would carry it, carry Your love
Wherever I go,
Carry it daily,
As hard as it is to not carry you at all
