| Song | No Amount Of Sound |
| Artist | Into It. Over It. |
| Album | Intersections |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Footsteps, they followed mother's death | |
| They followed suit and peeled off the walls | |
| Behind a metal desk inside a modern mausoleum | |
| you have found you calling, calling for fall | |
| No amount of sound could make us fade the way you're fading now | |
| Lost way, current emotional states left folding gold under a florescent light | |
| It’s a touch agoraphobic, I suggest a catatonic height but hypochondriac's suggestion weight | |
| I held your hand I drew a line in the sand | |
| I couldn’t bare to think your losing your mind | |
| But when the red flags bolted up is when your outlook started shifting | |
| Just when a shift requires valued time | |
| You need to write this down | |
| No amount of sound could make us fade the way you're fading now | |
| When will you fade out |
| Footsteps, they followed mother' s death | |
| They followed suit and peeled off the walls | |
| Behind a metal desk inside a modern mausoleum | |
| you have found you calling, calling for fall | |
| No amount of sound could make us fade the way you' re fading now | |
| Lost way, current emotional states left folding gold under a florescent light | |
| It' s a touch agoraphobic, I suggest a catatonic height but hypochondriac' s suggestion weight | |
| I held your hand I drew a line in the sand | |
| I couldn' t bare to think your losing your mind | |
| But when the red flags bolted up is when your outlook started shifting | |
| Just when a shift requires valued time | |
| You need to write this down | |
| No amount of sound could make us fade the way you' re fading now | |
| When will you fade out |
| Footsteps, they followed mother' s death | |
| They followed suit and peeled off the walls | |
| Behind a metal desk inside a modern mausoleum | |
| you have found you calling, calling for fall | |
| No amount of sound could make us fade the way you' re fading now | |
| Lost way, current emotional states left folding gold under a florescent light | |
| It' s a touch agoraphobic, I suggest a catatonic height but hypochondriac' s suggestion weight | |
| I held your hand I drew a line in the sand | |
| I couldn' t bare to think your losing your mind | |
| But when the red flags bolted up is when your outlook started shifting | |
| Just when a shift requires valued time | |
| You need to write this down | |
| No amount of sound could make us fade the way you' re fading now | |
| When will you fade out |