Talking To The Walls - Finger Eleven

No hostage has been held like I’ve been holding mine

But I’m just fine since I’ve been without you

No prisoner could climb the walls that I built up in my mind

Since I’ve been without you

But I’m holding down and out, I’m desperate without you

Look at the shape I’m in, talking to the walls again

Just look at the state I’m in, bent and broken is all I’ve been

No universal truth is time

No other universe but mine could ever feel as underlined

Since I’ve been without you

No instances from time to time, feels like things would turn out right

Since I’ve been without you

But I’m holding down and out, I’m desperate without you

Look at the shape I’m in, I’m talking to the walls again

Just look at the state I’m in, bent and broken is all I’ve been

No universal truth is time, it’s no universal you and I

It’s no ultimate made me realize

Look at the shape I’m in, talking to the walls again

Just look at the state I’m in, bend and broken is all I’ve been

Look at the shape I’m in, talking to the walls again

Just look at the state I’m in, bent and broken is all I’ve been

No universal truth is time

Look at the shape I’m in, talking to the walls again

Look at the state I’m in, bent and broken is all I’ve been

No universal truth is time