1What's on my hands?
It's wet and cold
Like the paint of life.
What crosses my path?
A line so thin it can't be
Traced by the point of a knife.
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There goes a life that I once knew,
A poor sweet strand of helpless blue.
The one thing that I didn't do
Kept me far away from you.
What happens now
when I go to stand at the gates
And you're not with me?
What happens when
The blue strand seals our fates?
What will I say?
There goes a life that I once knew,
A poor sweet strand of helpless blue.
The one thing that I didn't do
Kept me far away from you.
What slides passed my fingers?
Another strand of life,
No doubt one of hers,
Or at least someone she knew.
What will that strand know about me?
What will it say?
I see the paint of life on you hands,
Why didn't you do anything?
As soon as it slides pass
I can hear myself think
There goes a life that I once knew,
A poor sweet strand of helpless blue.
The one thing that I didn't do
Kept me far away from you.
What's my excuse
For never doing anything?
I usually have a good one
But not when it's the truth.
There goes a life that I once knew,
A poor sweet strand of helpless blue.
The one thing that I didn't do
Kept me far away from you.
With the pain of life on my hands.