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
I'm short on time

How come you try and fit the shape of
What they tell you

But mostly what they show you
That brings us home
I pray for you to move on

At this rate we can't keep up but I sure
Can't just sit still
I'm taking back all the things I said
Keep me filled in, I swear I'll come

We walk alone back home

You're almost gone and I'm ok to give you
Time to be afraid
I still see your shadow but never your face again
I remember your presence

I hope to God you come down
I hope to God you can feel this now

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

Writer : MCTAGUE, TIMOTHY / GILLESPIE, AARON / DUDLEY, CHRISTOPHER / BRANDELL, GRANT / SMITH, JAMES / CHAMBERLAIN, WILLIAM SPENCER
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.