Writing on the Walls

• Underoath
• Define The Great Line

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

Concious state that we live in

And I’m short on time

How come you try to place us all

To fit the shape of

And I break what they tell you

You to move on

But mostly what they show you (Move on)

At this rate, we can’t give up

I’m takin’ back all the things I’ve said

I’m takin’ back all the things I’ve said

But I sure can’t just sit still

Keep me filled in and 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 alone

Back home

You’re almost gone and I’m okay

I still see your shadow

To give you time to be afraid

But never your face

Again 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