Deep inside these burning buildings
voices die to be heard.
Years we spent teaching a lesson
we ourselves had never learned.
And if strength is born from heartbreak,
then mountains I could move.
And if walls could speak I'd pray
that they would tell me what to do.
If you see me, please just walk on by, walk on by.
Forget my name and I'll forget it too.
Failed attempts at living simple lives, simple lives,
are what keep me coming back to you.
No signs of life here, save the embers,
the occasional flame.
We'd know the way but can't remember,
conception to the grave,
shout confessions from the greatest heights,
where no one can hear,
All my fears, my insecurities, are falling like tears.