i've been sitting on this wall, watching the lights go out i've been waiting for your call we carved our wishes into stone trying to k** the doubts spending some new hope we communicate alone with stone cold faces in situations we pretend to know this seems to be my blackest song-
some words we mention before we turn around and leave the room reading wishes in your eyes- things we're unable to say while pretending we're alright the shadows of the landscapes we pa**ed by as we decided not to stay seem to be cut by candle light