when she walked away,
what else could i say
and when she walked away,
what else could i say?
these hands can't make you stay
no reason to wait
and when it starts to rain
it's from your heartache
i swam a distant shore
in hopes of someday
i broke out in war
at the end of that day
and one day i'll know
her words, they mix in air
and come out bleeding
my voice gets lost in here
from too much thinking
and if my hands are bare
they still can hold on
we can't help but stare
at this train-wreck station
and one day i'll know.
