

Static on the wire
Cold glass against my
cheek
Waiting for the fire
To burn away the weak And the room begins to shake
With the promises we break
I am holding on to nothing but the sound
As the heavy walls are coming crashing down (screaming inside)
Fading in the gray
A portrait left to rust
Every single word we say
Turning into dust
Can we make it back?
(can we make it back)
Crashing down (nothing but the sound)