A hint, again
Got me face down
Got me face down
On the ground
We are old enemies
Our own calamities
Got me face down
Silence grips me
When you turn to flee
Then my thoughts don't matter
As your theories go too deep
I'm, waiting for your change of heart
Waiting for that fair confession
But I get by
Waiting for your contemplation
Maybe let it stretch my patience
But I get by
Hand to heart
All that I found
Were words in my mouth
Why all we ever do
Is sing new found tragedies
We are old enemies