the day you walked away i layed here bleeding
while you were feeding on your loss of feeling,
through nites of sitting staring at the ceiling,
and i was always praying for your healing.
every time you run away,
I've got to say just wait for daylight.
so much blood for such a little body,
i'm trying to remind you of all that youíve forgotten.
you won't look back,
but there's blood on the tracks
and you won't feel your rope end until your neck snaps back.
there's blood on the tracks.