If Our Paths Never Crossed

Bound to a tradition that always was in them, forged in a lonely flame All came here from nothing, looking for the same thing and others who felt the same And wrote where to find her on the back of a flyer where all the words would bleed Now every day after I've been working backwards trying to find where you've been 'Cause what if our paths had never crossed, and I had let myself go off with them? Set us up for the last shot, uh-huh, but we wouldn't notice, how could we know? 'Cause if our paths had never crossed, and I had let myself go off with them To become what I am not, I'd still hold onto the message, though you'd never get it Bound to a tradition that cut us to ribbons when I try to speak openly In an accent that you can pretend to understand, picking up all my dropped T's The difference between us becomes more obvious in the light when they want us to leave I couldn't decipher what colour your eyes were when they finally fell on me What if our paths had never crossed, and I had let myself go off with them? Set us up for the last shot, uh-huh, but we wouldn't notice, how could we know? 'Cause if our paths had never crossed, and I had let myself go off with them To become what I am not, I'd still hold onto the message though you'd never get it The afternoon brought a steady rain and prismatic colours Then a setting sun came to look for me, now we're left to wonder What if our paths had never crossed, and I had let myself go off with them? Set us up for the last shot, uh-huh, but we wouldn't notice, how could we know? 'Cause if our paths had never crossed, and I had let myself go off with them To become what I am not, I'd still hold onto the message though you'd never get it Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Those nights were just a spell to break Those nights were just a spell to break Those nights were just a spell to break (oh)