Letters to God, Pt. 2 - Angels & Airwaves

All the phones have rung and rung

Theyre off the hook, all but one

And all the mail stacked up inside

Up from the floor, a mile high

And like one would, like a child

Im asking

Like I could knock on your door

Will you let me in?

And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when We die

I found out the truth is its all a big lie

I find that the words are hard to describe

I tell you Im lost here, awaiting reply

Climbing trees and paper planes

Life as a kid, were all the same

Tears of joy, and sullen hearts

Sticks and stones and broken arms

And like one would, like a child

Im asking

Like I could knock on your door

Will you let me in?

And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when We die

I found out the truth is its all a big lie

I find that the words are hard to describe

I tell you Im lost here, awaiting reply

I found out whats wrong, and its not you or i

Or anyone else that you chose tonight

It seems like the madness of choice in the life

Has made it all clear if we run or we hide

And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when We die

I found out the truth is its all a big lie

I find that the words are hard to describe

I tell you Im lost here, awaiting reply

I found out whats wrong, and its not you or i

Or anyone else that you chose tonight

It seems like the madness of choice in the life

Has made it all clear if we run or we hide

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