Quiet Fires

(hmmmmm) Watching the clock but the hours don't move Chasing the rhythm,

searching for the groove Cold air outside,

warm light on the floor We keep on fighting but what is

it for?

Late night shadows on the concrete wall

Waiting on the answers,

waiting for the call

(waiting,

waiting) Underneath the dim street signs we learn to walk the line

Paper and ink under amber hues

Trading our dreams for some cheap excuses Every single step feels heavy

on the stone But in this quiet space I am not alone

And the world outside is fast asleep But we got promises to

keep

(ooh, yeah)

Late night shadows on the concrete wall

Waiting on the answers,

waiting for the call

(waiting,

waiting) Underneath the dim street signs we learn to walk the line

Let it fade, let it go now