Letra de Writing On The Walls (Live In Chicago, Illinois, 2007)
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 timeHow 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 (Yeah, yeah) Not this way Not this wayI'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 homeYou'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 presenceI 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