Walking Home On A Foggy Night

Walking Home Alone

Wishing There Was Power In My Fingertips

To Burn Through This Solid Stone

How The Hell Am I Supposed To Know What Mood You're In

When You're Changing All The Time

I Thought We Were Meant To Be In This Thing Together

Like Partners In The Perfect Crime

It's Up To You, It's Up To You

If You Won't Trust Me Then There's Nothing I Can Do



Well Yes I've Made My Fair Share Of Mistakes

Maybe A Lot More Than I Should

But You Listen To Too Much Of That Downtown Talk

And You Believe A Lot More Than You Should

Well, It's Up To You, It's Up To You

If You Won't Trust Me Than There's Nothing I Can Do

There's A Battle To Win And If You're Not In

I Tell You, We'll Do It On Our Own