I have such envy for the stranger lying next to me
Who awakes in the night and slips out into the predawn light
With no words: a clean escape, no promises or messes made
And chalks it all up to mistake, mistake, mistake
There are no tears, just pity and fear
And the vast ravine right in between
A storm at sea, the bow cracked and I was capsizing
And I sunk below where I swore I would never go
If you cant stand in place, you cant tell whos walking away
From who remains, who stays, who stays, who stays
There are no tears, just pity and fear
And the vast ravine right in between
There are no tears, just pity and fear
And I recall the push more the fall
The push more the fall...
