A Collision In Slow Motion

As you close your eyes
(I die alittle more inside)
This time a second chance is out of reach
(Your lying through your teeth)
The flood has rinsed us clean for the last time

Farwell my mistress
Bless your heart
I'm no cut throat
Get down for the firing squad
Has the antidote

If God will rip you from my hands
I'd never let go

Am I to follow this path
I know so little about
Or should I risk it all
Bearing open arms

Is this the end
Or is this where it all begins
I've found myself trembling