I know these roads

each ridge

and narrow bridge

each cheveron

enticing me on

each warning sign

I take in my stride



I don't need more ammunition

I've got more than I can spend

I don't dwell on things I'm missing

I'm just pleased

with the things I've found



I know these roads

an old hand understands

above all, I know what's

expected of me now

veering cliffwards



I don't need more ammunition

I've got more than I can spend

I don't dwell on things I'm missing

I'm just pleased

with the things I've found



I've been crying

it comes back on these salient days

and it stays

and it says:

"We've never really been away..."



I don't need more ammunition

I've got more than I can spend

I don't think of who I'm missing

I've got no space and no time

in my life, anymore

no space or time

in my life, anymore

for Revenge