the door cracks open, and a light from within can be seen...
it's in the silent moments that i hide
nothing is ever said too quick when you're around me
i guess it's cause we're always too busy trying to keep ourselves from the other
but it's in the wind that i hide
a breeze that calmly moves through trees
silently unseen hoping to slip on by
and with you it's always a game of up or down
where are we going, you're always asking
and i always end up looking like a clown
just keep your hands to yourself next time
so i won't have to wash off every trace of the grace
that drips off your fingertips as they graze mine
don't you know that friendships don't last?
especially not with me because i'm too busy living in the past
i can't hear you speaking anymore
you pushed away faster than the speed of sound
and i'm on the horizion and looking at the mushroom cloud
and it's like in my ears someone closed the door
and i'm left deaf screaming for more
screaming for you to let me out
but i'd imagine that even if i could take one more breath
and shout at the top of my lungs you still wouldn't hear me
because i lost the ability to breathe about four heartbreaks ago
that's okay because the walking dead don't sleep
and it gives me more hours to sit, rocking in pain hoping that you'll hear my
whispered prayers to your haunting visage in my mind
do you have the time?
i ask from somewhere deep
to sit down, turn another rock over, and see what we find?
i can't go on living like this anymore.
so i guess it's in the silent moments i hide
where the darkness is speaking riddles to your mind
you can't close your eyes because you see him and you're blind
and on these questions, tonight i close the door.
nothing is ever said too quick when you're around me
i guess it's cause we're always too busy trying to keep ourselves from the other
but it's in the wind that i hide
a breeze that calmly moves through trees
silently unseen hoping to slip on by
and with you it's always a game of up or down
where are we going, you're always asking
and i always end up looking like a clown
just keep your hands to yourself next time
so i won't have to wash off every trace of the grace
that drips off your fingertips as they graze mine
don't you know that friendships don't last?
especially not with me because i'm too busy living in the past
i can't hear you speaking anymore
you pushed away faster than the speed of sound
and i'm on the horizion and looking at the mushroom cloud
and it's like in my ears someone closed the door
and i'm left deaf screaming for more
screaming for you to let me out
but i'd imagine that even if i could take one more breath
and shout at the top of my lungs you still wouldn't hear me
because i lost the ability to breathe about four heartbreaks ago
that's okay because the walking dead don't sleep
and it gives me more hours to sit, rocking in pain hoping that you'll hear my
whispered prayers to your haunting visage in my mind
do you have the time?
i ask from somewhere deep
to sit down, turn another rock over, and see what we find?
i can't go on living like this anymore.
so i guess it's in the silent moments i hide
where the darkness is speaking riddles to your mind
you can't close your eyes because you see him and you're blind
and on these questions, tonight i close the door.