Still have that picture in my mind
I shake my head back and forth
But our last sketch is etched in time
I headed south you turned north
The trail went cold. That’s crime.

Thoughts crossed couldn’t count the cost
The more I was near the more I feared
Now I see what was all too clear
You left me behind while I was still here

Why You sang when I was crying
Erase
Why You came when I was dying
Erase
Why Your hope sent me flying
Erase
Why Your grace asks no trying
Erase
While my heart keeps lying

Still have your face wrapped round my mind
I shake my head back and forth
Then up and down
But our last sketch is etched in time
When I turned south you headed north
I’m the criminal. That’s my crime.