| So the sun burns red | |
| Like the cherry of | |
| The cigarette you hold | |
| And as the skylight dims | |
| We look at each other | |
| Man were getting old | |
| Where's my name dressed in lights | |
| Where's the future i had planned | |
| Whys the self that i've been dreaming of | |
| A different kind of man | |
| Now everything i've done without you | |
| Has taken me to all dead ends | |
| So guidance make me | |
| One of the few that you call friend | |
| Make me your friend | |
| So the sun burns red | |
| But its glory is | |
| Beyond my field of sight | |
| And the doubts of past years | |
| Haunt me now | |
| Maybe they were right | |
| I could use you now | |
| My legs are tired | |
| And this race is way too long | |
| For me | |
| Now everything i've done without you | |
| Has taken me to all dead ends | |
| So guidance make me | |
| One of the few that you call friend | |
| Make me your friend | |
| And so i'm searching | |
| To find you inside myself | |
| What do you look like | |
| Your way to far away to tell | |
| And these stepping stones go on and on | |
| I wonder where they end | |
| So many times i thought the answers were | |
| Just around the bend | |
| But i passed them by | |
| Imagine what i left behind me | |
| Cause you left behind me | |
| Who is laughing now if only it was me | |
| Your tripping wire was far to tight | |
| My ankles cut its clear to me now | |
| That its all up hill from here | |
| On a cobble road with nothing but sharp rocks | |
| And no map to guide the way i'm lost | |
| You never told me it would be this way without you | |
| When i knew you you were ugly | |
| But not like i'm ugly now | |
| So make me pay make me suffer now | |
| Like i've never done before | |
| But i wont leave i wont stop | |
| The pounding til i break down the door |