The Choice

You are always there
 In the recess of some small dark corner
 Where I sweep the dust every morning
 When I try to shake the cobwebs from my brain
 And try, try to get a clean start
 But it's not my brain that's holding on
 It's that stupid piece of heart
 And it might be possible
 For me to blow you to London or Berlin
 And it'd be nearly impossible
 For you to find me here again
 I'm safe in these warm arms
 And you can't touch me this time
 Little speck of dust
 The choice has always been mine
 And you are always there
 In the way it's dark here at 4 o'clock
 In the lights I keep on in every room
 Even when the electric bill
 Says that I should stop
 And try to make peace with the dark
 But it's not peace that's eluding me
 It's the war I never fought
 And it might be possible
 For me to blow you to London or Berlin
 And it'd be nearly impossible
 For you to find me here again
 I'm safe in these warm arms
 And you can't touch me this time
 Little speck of dust
 The choice has always been mine
 And I walked away
 Sweeping the path behind me as I went
 I walked away like I always do
 Sweeping the path behind me as I went