My eyes were tinted blue, When I thought I knew This was not just a night It would never get bright again So I'll tip-toe around you my friend And the wind was crisp and clear An I thought I could hear in the voice of the season It gave me no reason to go When it blew off the roof of my home And I thought that I was getting old So I dug a big hole and built a cross And I thought that I could bury my shame, Throw in my name with it all Step back Try to recall What happened to it all? Was it always like this? Did I hold out my fist for your fight? Did I kneel down and close my eyes? And I thought that I was getting old So I dug a big hole and built a cross And I thought that I could bury my shame Throw in my name with it all