Somewhere there's speaking
Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind
Now you're here and you don't know why
But under skinned knees and the skid marks
Past the places where you used to learn
Echoes of angels who won't return
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
You're waiting for someone
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say
But you'll just sit tight
It's only what you're asking for
It's only what you're waiting for
Past the places where you might have turned
The anger of angels who won't return
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
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