I Can See Four Miles - The Gathering

Whatever you do Whatever you say

Every time I’m here

And every time you’re near

Those echoes keeps growing

I shut my eyes

I closed my mouth

Whatever you did

I shut my eyes

I closed my mouth

Unsteady feet on our parkway

Your finger on our door bell

The walls are getting closer in here

The shadow of dependence

Fills the hall with dusty air

Creeping up on my innocence

And the loss of your care