Besedila: Picket Line. Chapter:End. Arizona.

This passion I can?t hold, cracks entice this wall on a dream that now forever falls?

I?m begging you to turn back now; I just can?t reach you, turn around, and get your self out of here.

I know you would spread me your wing; sing to me that growth is man when you glimpsed me sifting sand through hand in hand. But your wings are molted, if it?s meant to be then god will bless me with feathers?

I?m begging you to turn back now, I hope you turn around. And it?s more like a plea in my eyes, that it?s just not right.

Think of what you?ve done, the lives you?ve touched, the ones who care, when they awake, you won?t be there, when they awake you wont be there. I count down from 4 down to 3, I realize that this must be 2 hard for you, so if there?s just 1 chance that we?ll learn from your choice, your mistake