[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)