She tricks herself
She can't succeed
To succeed would be wrong
And she doesn't deserve it because
In the past
She has sinned
She's gonna make herself pay
So much more than any court room
Ever would
She convinces herself
She has no choice
What she is is of no value
So why should she worry
If it's given away?
Walk out of the past
Don't even try
To take the blame
She's standing in a river
In the middle of november
Sometimes it's easier to let
The sadness overwhelm you
Than to force a smile
So what's your reward?
What do you get?
A box full of memories
And a book of regrets
And you have to run much faster
Just to stay where you are
You have to try much harder
Just to stay how you are
You have to be much harder
Just to stop yourself deteriorating
And you have to work much harder
Just to remember what you care about
And even why you started out
Walk out of the past
Please don't try
To take the blame
She is at a crossroads
But she doesn't know it
But soon it will be too late
To turn off this path she goes down
Well this is green
And this is grey
And soon it will be too late
To turn off this path you go down
When you feel this cheap
What does it matter if it's given away?
This is green
This is grey
This is green
There is no final day
When all of this gets reckoned up
This is grey
Just a series of moments
For you to try and make the most of
This is green
When you feel this cheap
What does it matter if you're given away?
This is grey
Soon it will be too late
To turn off this path you go down
This is green
This is grey
This is green
