It was the hardest thing to do
Walking away from you that day...

Regret for the decisions we've made
To end this thing we had...

A rush of cold floods my veins
At the news of your departure...

All I want is your embrace
As I lay awake in the dark...

It's like every word is to wound me
Every breath is to beat me...

One phone call you stopped my heart
With your voice of angels tears...

The cool winters breeze caresses my soul
As our feet glide over the sand...

This troubled and knowing mind of mine
already knows the end of this tale...

Cylinder Of Darkness
Tunnel Vision Blind...

This troubled and knowing mind of mine
already knows the end of this tale...

I guess the time has come again
For you to surrender and leave...

Since you have moved forward
To other women and such...