Unkept - SRSQ

Speak softly, my love

As I cry here on the floor

Will we make it to the promised land

Never made it there before

Speak softly, my love

As I cry here on the floor

Will we make it to the promised land

Never made it there before

Tread carefully, my dear

As we walk these roads unknown

If we make it to the promised land

Could be better than back home

I promise to be better than

Something that I was before

Across the sordid countryside

To find what I adore

Was it justified?

Was it justified?

Only we can know

Won’t be another

Won’t be another

Won’t be another

Won’t be another

Won’t be another

Won’t be another

Won’t be another