I cannot hide.
I can't decide.
I can't stand still and I
Cannot reply.

It's one more trip.
It's one last talk.
It's one more hill on
Our last walk.

CHOR:
Step lightly through here,
young man
stepping stones,
snapping leaves blackness, bruises
young man.

And what is won?
And what is the price?
Exposed to the light, I cannot
suffice.

... and it feels like I should
let loose and get uptight.
Now there's nothing left and I...
I guess that you were right

Background:
You've never been here before
You don't know what's in store
But you'll be coming back this way again
Got a deadly desire
To catch yourself on fire
Find the fuel to burn away your sin