Slowly a tear rolls down your cheek
We slowly turn away
Neither of us found quite what we seek
This is the price we pay

Wish that I could take it back
Wish that we could start again
Was it wrong to love too fast
When all it cost me was a friend?

They say pride goes before a fall
Broken hearts upon my wall
Reap the crops that I have sown
Nothing but regrets to call my own

Slowly your car leaves the gate
I do not see you looking back
I was never good at facing fate
Or my mistakes at that

Wish that we could start over
Wish that it was not this way
When we walking in fields of clover
All we did was walk away

Every time I got downhearted
Every quarrel that I started
Every time I cast the first stone
Nothing but regrets to call my own

Wish I didn't have to choose
Wish we didn't have to lose

And the sky will turn to grey
And the pictures fade away
Slowly my heart turns to stone
Nothing but regrets to call my own