You fled the first when you got wind of reason I can't blame you, I'd do the same if I could You found forms, found ways that I have fled I lost track when you walked in and you said "It's far fetched, it's a plan that you have engrained in your small head" I found forms, found things you can't hide You found love in lust I'd rather not guess You've gone foreign now I dredged dirt straight out of the bay I found words that you couldn't say You've got nerve to say I won't hold you
