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 More from Vertical Horizon