It will never be like before [Repeat: x3]
He never expected such a, be sure he'll find you back someday [Repeat: x1]
Be sure he'll find you back someday
Be sure he'll find you back someday
He walks through empty lanes
Cold anger, bursting veins
Now that I've lost your track
How could I bring you back
'Cause the last words you said
Disrupt his head with morning quivers
Dissect his heart like golden scissors
Make him regret each moment spent with you
Make him regret what he intended to do
Too late to stop this agony
He never expected such a gift
There's too much on my mind
There's too much on my mind
The prey, the kill, the flight
Won't reveal any displeasure
See the clouds gather low
He's walking in the lanes
When there's sun it still rains
Be sure he'll find you back someday
WRITERS
RONALD LAPREAD, LIONEL RICHIE, CLARENCE SCARBOROUGH, WILLIAM WITHERS