You Stand before me now we stare eye to eye
Before another second clicks away one of us will die
You reach for your metal as I reach for mine
The sound of bullets flyin' through the air, is followed by a cry
And they're cryin'

[Chorus]
What will we do? What will we say?
When its the end of this game that we play
Will we crumble into the dust my friend?
Or will we start this game over again?

The young man lays alone but fastened to the ground
The sound of fleein' feet and a cryin' eye will be his last sound
What did we gain from all of this?
Now was it worth a life?
We've thrown all our hopes away and set our dreams aside
Now we're cryin'

[Chorus]

It's coming back to me, it's coming back to me

[Chorus]

Writer : ARNOLD, BRAD ROBERTS, MATT HARRELL, TODD
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group