Writing On the Walls - G. Love

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 on time

How come you try?

That brings us home

To fit the shape of, and I pray for

What they tell you, you to move on, move on

But mostly what they show you

At this rate we can’t keep up, I’m taking back all the things I’ve said

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

But I sure can’t just sit still

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, 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

I still, 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