I've been waiting down the hall
I've been waiting for your misery to ease into me again
Foot prints sinking in
Where's the guts in praying
Don't stand up for me
What's the point in saying anything to be put down again
Oh, it's all my fault
And I know that you're not wrong
Did you catch yourself
It's been eight nights of standing still
A shadows closing in, haunting oh so thin
I climb the stairs for the last time
The floor is covered with tracings of your favorite places and things
Oh, it's all my fault
And I know that you're not wrong
A silent whirl, a quiet ceiling
A southern girl, with aching feelings
Oh, it's all my fault
And I know that you're not wrong
Oh, it's all my fault
And I know that you're not wrong