Из альбома: Mercy Drive
Driving, fears away
closer, yet so far ago
near you, you've turned away
leave me on this path alone
So I'll be late
coming back from my destination
why must you hate
what I live for my complication
passing thoughts they fade
into their sea of grey
somehow, something's wrong
fear that you won't come along
So I'll be late
coming back from my destination
why must you hate
what I live for my complication
standing alone
was I so wrong, was I the wrong
stabbing to know
not a secret, I've been burned the bad words
So I'll be late
coming back from my destination
why must you hate
what I live for my complication
I'll be, I'll be
Yes, I'll be late
I'll be, I'll be
Yes, I'll be late