GOING BACK TO THE END
Lyrics: Phil Kominski
Music: Phil Kominski, Chris Bruno and Donnie Williams
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The snow is falling hard
Outside my window now.
The street’s a blanket of white
Dust and ice and memories.
And this is not the way
I should think of you.
No this is not the way
I thought you’d be coming back to me.
I hear your voice
I see your face when I sleep
I can’t get it out of my head.
I hear your voice
I see your face and I fear
That I’m losing my mind again.
It’s not too late
It’s not too late for us but
I’ve nothing left to defend
So I’m going back to the end.
Empty windowsills
With no lights on inside
Are frozen still and dark
Where we would walk by
And I am cursed to push
My way through these nights
A single set of footprints
Retracing steps alone
I hear your voice
I see your face when I sleep
I can’t get it out of my head.
I hear your voice
I see your face and I fear
That I’m losing my mind again.
It’s not too late
It’s not too late for us but
I’ve nothing left to defend
So I’m going back to the end.
I’m going back to the end
And I’ll go through the miles
And through the hours, through the cold
To find reprieve tonight.
To the end…
Wake up from this nightmare
To find you in my arms
Finally at peace.
I hear your voice and see your face when I sleep.
I hear your voice…I see you…
I hear your voice
I see your face when I sleep
I can’t get it out of my head.
I hear your voice
I see your face and I fear
That I’m losing my mind again.
It’s not too late
It’s not too late for us so
I’m going back to the end
To bring you back home again.