Writing On The Walls (Live In Chicago, Illinois, 2007)

Writing On The Walls (Live In Chicago, Illinois, 2007) - Underoath

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

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