walking home

i'm walking home
we've spent the night
and it won't be for the last time
the air is cold
my chest is tight
our conversation fills my mind
and the only sound i hear is the snow beneath my boots
my guitar is on my back - 
my fingers sore from use
and the echoes in my head from our arguing tonight
tell me i know what i want
but i know you're right 

and oh - i need forgiveness
cause it's not only my fingers that are sore
yet you give me gifts of gold and candy hearts
wrapped in thorns

i don't understand just why i stay
but i know i'll find you waiting
i try to let you have your way
cause there's sense in what you're saying
and i pass by a bar with a supersize tv
the whole world is watching football - 
no one's watching me
and i feel your arms around me even as i'm walking home
and although we disagree 
i know i'm not alone

but oh - i need forgiveness
cause it's not only my fingers that are sore
yet you give me gifts of gold and candy hearts
wrapped in thorns

and the only sound i hear is the snow beneath my boots 
my guitar is on my back
my fingers sore from use
and the echoes in my head from our arguing tonight
tell me i know what i want
but i know you're right

and oh - i need forgiveness
cause it's not only my fingers that are sore
yet you give me gifts of gold and candy hearts 
wrapped in thorns