Writing On The Walls

Maybe we, why don't we sit right here for half an hour?

We'll speak of what a waste I am, and how we missed your beat again!



I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place

To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in

And I'm short of time



How could you trust it

(these fate trashed walls)

To fit the shape of what they tell you

Come on, move on, move on

But mostly what they show you

(Yeah, yeah)

Not this way

Not this way



I'm taking back all the things I said

Thinking back all the things I said

(keep me filled in, I swear I'll come)



We walk alone,

We walk alone,

We walk alone,

We walk alone,

We walk alone,

We walk alone, back home

My own back home



You're almost gone and I'm ok (I still say you're sorry) to give you chance to be afraid

But never

I remember your presence



I hope to God you come down

I hope to God you feel this now

I hope to, god you come down

I hope to,

(God)



I know there must be some way out of here and all of them will be waiting there