[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1: Easton Broome]
I'm sorting through the things I do
When you're not here
And this list is despicable
My eyes are squares from a stagnant glare
Of lamps so bright there's millions in hiding
Behind the LCD of my friendly television
And over there she's without a care
Oh, how she needs to drink away her graveness
From the stress of college, and knowledge, and flawlessness
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2: Nick Pappageorgas]
I met you there
In the Autumn air at half past five
The sun was sinking in the sky
Through old shadows and the store front glow
Do you feel like I do?
Are you talking to a stranger?
With all the weight of eyes and a love that we had left behind
I over sleep
It just gets me closer to Saturday
She's coming back Saturday
[Outro Part 1: Easton Broome]
You see I write the songs sometimes to pa** all the tasteless time
The senseless kiss and love just are missing from a wallowed, hollowed boy
All the testing brings an echo
(An echo)
[Outro Part 2: Nick Pappageorgas]
I'm looking for the things that I miss the most
Way on past the hills and down those country roads
Some would say I'm crazy to try and stop the world
Sing it to me like an echo
(An echo)
[Outro Part 3: Easton Broome]
This place is small and damn to big for me
All alone I swear the walls they talk to me
Creak uneasily and echo
(An echo)
[Outro Part 4: Nick Pappageorgas]
You'll never find your future in the past
Keep me breathing while the years go stumbling past
Ringing through me like an echo
(An echo)