Things I Left Undone Songtext

at the end of the line,
I recover what's mine,
it sounds like a rhyme,
in tune with a previous life,
I glimpse the bind,
strange things come to my mind,

it's not to live,
it's to survive,
Yes I am tired of being blind,
I passed many years,
awaiting a sign,
yes I am tired of being blind,
it's not my kind to pursue lies (oh),

after the night, a new dawn,
some things I left undone,
the un-me, this pawn, meets my soul,

an all-new horizon, a change in the mood, in the tone.
a part of me is gone,
I don't know what's lost or what's won.
but what is done is done

a change in the mood, in the tone,
a part of me is gone,
I don't know what's lost or what's won,
but what is done is done.