Lonesome Road - Darkhaus

So, so, so

So blissful (as I recall it)

Way back in the early spring

Of last year.

The change of seasons

Had changed us and everything

Around us.

We found ourselves in a crisis

We thought we had it all

Till late summers fall

But all good things come to an end

I abhor you for leading me down

This trail of distrust

I can’t turn around

My little Miss Fortune

Where have we gone wrong?

This path of despair

It cannot go on

This harvest, we’re reaping

What we’d sown

As time waits for nothing

The weeds grow

Down lonesome road

Slow, slow, slow

To come to

I lay here silent

And think of the things which led

Us up to the point where we saw

No reason for joining hands

No effort to mend our fences

Was made.

It’s a shame we go along

Just to get along

But all good things come to an end

I abhor you for leading me down

This trail of distrust

I can’t turn around

My little Miss Fortune

Where have we gone wrong?

This path of despair

It cannot go on

This harvest, we’re reaping

What we’d sown

As time waits for nothing

The weeds grow

Down lonesome road

Down lonesome road

Down lonesome road

All good things come to an end

I abhor you for leading me down

This trail of distrust

I can’t turn around

My little Miss Fortune

Where have we gone wrong?

This path of despair

It cannot go on

This harvest, we’re reaping

What we’d sown

As time waits for nothing

The weeds grow

Down lonesome road