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 eye 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