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 gape 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 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 my 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...