I was alone on the sidewalk when you came. And there wasn’t anything that I wouldn’t say. Somewhere there’s an in between place, a place where my face hasn’t been erased.
Face this onward now, Face this onward now, Face this onward now, Face this onward now.
I’ve still got a box of pictures by the tree. A cat on your lap and a tattoo on your knee. And you can sleep, just pretend that I’m dead. And I am alive, but I wish I was instead.
Face this onward now, Face this onward now, Face this onward now, Face this onward now.