The Direction by J. Bernardt Lyrics
The direction to go, I steered us right there
I turned the wheel to where you held your stare
The days were full, the nights were all for you
The promises, I’d pledge them anew
We started out here as friends
But knew only a lover wins
And now the game turned its side
And we’re in full open sight
But girl, it’s no time to hide
God knows that we tried
The direction to go was no question no more
The way you stared, I came to ignore
We were in it deep, we were in it half asleep
We were in too deep, and there was no back door
We started out here as friends
But knew only a lover wins
And now the game turned its side
And we’re in full open sight
But girl, it’s no time to hide
Cause God know that we tried
Your heart belongs to so many others now
I came to collect mine, to give it some rest now
But I won’t whine about a misread sign, a misguided line
It just isn’t mine, at least not my kind, or easily put behind
Your heart belongs to so many others now
I came to collect mine, to give it some rest now
But I won’t whine about a misread sign, a misguided line
It just isn’t mine, at least not my kind, or easily put behind
I turned the wheel to where you held your stare
The days were full, the nights were all for you
The promises, I’d pledge them anew
We started out here as friends
But knew only a lover wins
And now the game turned its side
And we’re in full open sight
But girl, it’s no time to hide
God knows that we tried
The direction to go was no question no more
The way you stared, I came to ignore
We were in it deep, we were in it half asleep
We were in too deep, and there was no back door
We started out here as friends
But knew only a lover wins
And now the game turned its side
And we’re in full open sight
But girl, it’s no time to hide
Cause God know that we tried
Your heart belongs to so many others now
I came to collect mine, to give it some rest now
But I won’t whine about a misread sign, a misguided line
It just isn’t mine, at least not my kind, or easily put behind
Your heart belongs to so many others now
I came to collect mine, to give it some rest now
But I won’t whine about a misread sign, a misguided line
It just isn’t mine, at least not my kind, or easily put behind