I've done a terrible thing Thrown a wrench in the machine Gasping and fuming the shape of it looming I watched as it fell by my feet You had the map in your hand Outlined the shape of a plan Together we dreamed of a way to be free of The shadow that fell on this land And we dreamed Dreams turned to plans Plan turns to fuel It got out of hand And we stand out in the night Flaming debris our only light Now it's a matter of time But I'll wait with your hand in mine And all of the chaos will fall far behind us Cause I know now just who I am