Your eyes are old, an ice blue cold,

    A hail of lies, repeatedly told,

    I grow weary, of our constant fight,

    Within me I am drained, of all my might,

    I turn away, to walk away,

    Your path is yours, to lead astray,

    But then you smile, that winning smile,

    And then I know for you, I'll walk a thousand miles,

    You say the words, "Baby, I'm sorry."

    And then right there, there is a change of story.



    I plan to leave, to abandon you,

    The similarities we have now, are far too few,

    I turn onto that road, that road without light,

    And then I realize in you, I found my might,

    You were my shelter from the storm, my light in the dark,

    With you and only you, I made my mark,

    I turn and I ran,

    To make my way back to the sun,

    I run and ran, fly if I can,

    To make my way back to you,

    To you, and only you,

    I smile and say, "Baby, I'm sorry."

    And then right there, there's a change of story.



    Our lives have grown old,

    And our hearts too cold,

    I think it's time, for us to depart,

    To make our own ways, our lives apart,

    My heart is heavy, and my soul bleeds,

    For with you, I have all I need,

    But the sun has set,

    And our needs have been met,

    It is time, you and I know,

    For us to go,

    We turn our backs, and say goodbye,

    In darkened silence, we cry and cry,

    There is no smiling, no saying sorry,

    For this time, there is no change of story