Letters to God, Part II - Angels & Airwaves
All the phones have rung and rung
They're 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
I'm asking...
Like I could knock on your door
Will you let me in
Dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die
I found out the truth, it's all a big lie
I found out the words are hard to describe
To tell you I'm lost here, I'm waiting reply
Climbing trees and paper planes
Like as akid, we're all the same
Tears of joy with sullen hearts
Sticks and stones and broken arms
And like one would, like a child
I'm asking...
Like I could knock on your door
Will you let me in
Dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die
I found out the truth, it's all a big lie
I found out the words are hard to describe
To tell you I'm lost here, I'm waiting reply
I felt I was wrong and it's not you or I
Or anyone else that you chose that night
It seems like the madness, the choice and the light
Have made it all clear if we run and hide
(Intrumental)
Dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die
I found out the truth, it's all a big lie
I found out the words are hard to describe
To tell you I'm lost here, I'm waiting, goodbye
I felt I was wrong and it's not you or I
Or anyone else that you chose that night
It seems like the madness, the choice and the light
Have made it all clear if we run and hide
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