Lyrics

This place knows I am here
This place knows that I know
Walls have ceilings but paint is peeling
Walls have ceilings, ghost have feelings
I feel closer now he’s gone
Further now from God
Close enough to speak
Speak to me?

Words have their place
But most of them are waste
Judge me by what I have done
Words have their place
But most of them are waste
Judge me by what I have done

Clear my throat – I can’t breathe
Hear my thoughts
I’ll speak slow
Walls have ceilings but paint is peeling
Walls have ceilings, ghost have feelings
Don’t know if you hear me now
Hear me speak your name
Portion out the shame
Speak to me?

Words have their place
But most of them are waste
Judge me by what I have done
Words have their place
But most of them are waste
Judge me by what I have done
Words have their place
But most of them are waste
Judge me by what I have done