Maybe you'll see me there Our eyes will meet across the room and The same pathetic traits that drew you in the first time draw you again Like these pale blue eyes, so tired of lies These calloused hands digging my own grave
Maybe you'll see me there This time we'll be in the middle If only I could make time stand still I don't want to build these walls up all over again So take yours down for another night before this passes us by Before this passes us by
