And as I walk about this cold desolate waste I just pray for my return to open arms and to a friendly place But this is not the time and I can't see her pretty face Cos I signed that dotted line and threw it all away And as I run afraid there's nothing I can do I just pray for my return as she prays on someone new As I lie alone forgotten faceless nothing more to prove There's another lined up in my place the next one to be used I made it home and didn't find that friendly place This blood that's on my hands I can't wash it away