a gaping wound tells the story of it all, a man lost only to find, what was left of his mind, with no hope of a scar at all, you say go slow, but something’s right behind me, run away for only so long, it will not stop, i will come down, oh no, let me find my way, i’ll take you to the edge, go across that window, and i’ll carry you there, oh when nothing goes right, oh when days don’t come tonight, oh when all i see is the error of my own enemy... a man alone and cut and torn for it, his whole life friend after friend they’re all a flash in the pan, with no hope of rejoice at all, you say go slow, but something’s right behind me, run away for only so long, it will not stop, i will come down, oh no, let me find my way (don’t be scared of what you might be thinking), i’ll take you to the edge, go across that window and I’ll carry you there... oh when nothing goes right, oh when days don’t come tonight, go across that window, and I’ll carry you....