Backstreets on a Sunday night    Running from the fear into the wall   Crazy thoughts had passed his mind   But the seed had yet to bloom   Now he's scared to face the thorns of his actions   And it goes on and on...   First glance then a second look   Not too long   The third, I chose to stare   And it said    To go ahead, take a bite, promises   And it goes on and on...      Chorus:    I don't remember innocence    It's been so long   So far down this winding road    I can't remember my way home      It's all a cross to you   What have I done?   Such tainted decisions   But now I'm past the point of no return   Never to go back   Now the seed is sown, the tree is grown,   It's all a cross to you