107 windows reflect every thought I left unsaid
despite my urge, I did not greet a soul when I fled
I had my reasons like I know you always will have yours
& there's no use in licking any wounds
while dwelling in a nest made of pins
no charm is left in any of our flaws

My coin has been tossed
I'm on the wrong side of this story 
my star has gone black but I cannot say 
I'm sorry 

You'd better heal those broken arms before you welcome anybody in
cause feeling lonely being many, well I have known it to be grim
the word is crouching in slow motion 
and you laugh to cover up your frown 
I'll go on dancing limp
'till I find a groove to walk on 
I'll find a groove to walk on

My coin has been tossed
I'm on the wrong side of this story 
my stars have gone blue but I cannot say 
I'm sorry 

I' ll pay what is due
here on the wrong side of this story 
my star has gone black but I will not say 
sorry