A Collision In Slow Motion

A Collision In Slow Motion
As you close your eyes
(I die alittle more inside)
This time a second chance is out of reach
(Your lying through your teeth)
The flood has rinsed us clean for the last time
Farwell my mistress
Bless your heart
I'm no cut throat
Get down for the firing squad
Has the antidote

If God will rip you from my hands
I'd never let go
Am I to follow this path
I know so little about
Or should I risk it all
Bearing open arms
Is this the end
Or is this where it all begins
I've found myself trembling