Writing on the Walls

Song Writing on the Walls
Artist Underoath
Album Play Your Old Stuff

Lyrics

Maybe we?Why don't we sit right here for half an hour?
We'll speak of what a waste
I amAnd how we messed up it again
I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place
To preach the cup of this constant state that we live in
And I try,
I tryHow can you try to place us all
To fit the shape of until we break?
Falling down, yeah
You to move on, move on!
You must do what they show you
At this rate we can't give up
I'm thinking back on the things
I've saidWe're thinking back on the things
I've saidMy seconds just stand still
Hear me through then
I swear I'll go
We walk alone, we walk alone
We walk alone, we walk alone
We walk alone, we walk alone
Back home, alone
Back homeYou're almost gone and
I'm okayI still see your sorrow
To give you time to be afraid
Put over your face again
I remember your presence
I'll hope to
God you come down
I'll hope to
God you feel this now
I'll hope to
God you come down
I'll hope to
GodI know there must be some way out of here
And part of them will be waiting there