See For Miles — The Gathering

Whatever you do Whatever you say

Every time I’m here And every time you’re near Those echoes keeps growing

I shut my eyes I closed my mouth

Whatever you did

I shut my eyes I closed my mouth

Unsteady feet on our parkway Your finger on our door bell The walls are getting closer in here

The shadow of dependence Fills the hall with dusty air Creeping up on my innocence And the loss of your care