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
I'm short on time
How come you try and fit the shape of what they tell you
But mostly what 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 me 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 here
Anthology 1999-2013
Artist: Underoath- Sunburnt
- Unsound
- In Division
- Catch Myself Catching Myself
- Paper Lung
- Desperate Times Desperate Measures
- Too Bright To See Too Loud To Hear
- In Regards To Myself
- You re Ever So Inviting
- Writing On The Walls
- A Boy Brushed Red Living In Black And White
- Reinventing Your Exit
- It s Dangerous Business Walking Out Your Front Door
- I ve Got Ten Friends And A Crowbar That Says You Ain t Gonna Do Jack
- When The Sun Sleeps
- Cries Of The Past
- Heart Of Stone