Trainwreck
Well-known member
Yes, this one is for you. I'm not sure what I'll call it so suggestions will help. Feedback is always great.
A whisper into the silenced reciever,
A call home without an answer,
Like the sun without a moon,
Lie there.
Listen to the dial tone.
Maybe someday, someone will answer.
Hold your breath,
Hold on tight,
And just before you slip under,
Beg for answers to a million lost messages.
I hear the bells in the distance,
Tears stream down the ones without faces,
They mourn the death of their past,
But who is it they carry on their shoulders?
Maybe our ghosts will be out to play.
Hold your breath,
Hold on tight,
And just before you come back,
Beg for answers to a million lost calls.
This silence haunts me in my dreams,
These stories we tell help me never forget you,
I'll run blindly forward if it means I'll see your face,
Read between these lines,
They say what you need to hear.
Hold your breath,
Hold on tight,
And just before we remember,
Return the call.
Tell myself it'll be okay,
But you're the only one who can confirm,
Did you know all along?
Had you actually forgotten?
Hoping one day you'll write back,
Wishing on all the stars in the skies that this isn't goodbye,
And if you speak into this silence,
Maybe I'll remember that forever isn't over.
Flying envelopes.
Broken glass,
Shattered promises.
Lay down your knives,
Forget your amunition.
Stare at this city as the lights return,
Charlotte, don't forget the thunder.
A whisper into the silenced reciever,
A call home without an answer,
Like the sun without a moon,
Lie there.
Listen to the dial tone.
Maybe someday, someone will answer.
Hold your breath,
Hold on tight,
And just before you slip under,
Beg for answers to a million lost messages.
I hear the bells in the distance,
Tears stream down the ones without faces,
They mourn the death of their past,
But who is it they carry on their shoulders?
Maybe our ghosts will be out to play.
Hold your breath,
Hold on tight,
And just before you come back,
Beg for answers to a million lost calls.
This silence haunts me in my dreams,
These stories we tell help me never forget you,
I'll run blindly forward if it means I'll see your face,
Read between these lines,
They say what you need to hear.
Hold your breath,
Hold on tight,
And just before we remember,
Return the call.
Tell myself it'll be okay,
But you're the only one who can confirm,
Did you know all along?
Had you actually forgotten?
Hoping one day you'll write back,
Wishing on all the stars in the skies that this isn't goodbye,
And if you speak into this silence,
Maybe I'll remember that forever isn't over.
Flying envelopes.
Broken glass,
Shattered promises.
Lay down your knives,
Forget your amunition.
Stare at this city as the lights return,
Charlotte, don't forget the thunder.
