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And i wouldn t have turned my back, but a misread sign
don t forget the things you ve seen
everyone i know s a stranger
Tracing over every step, and i can t let it go, just uncertain minds
Sitting out on heaven s porch, hold the truth up to the light

I forgot my line, but a misread sign
tracing over every step
it s how we mark the time
Tracing over every step, don t go home alone tonight Step, push it all back down inside
close your eyes and feel the wing

tracing over every step
Bring my face up to the glass, sitting out on heaven s porch
Sitting out on heaven s porch, and they ll wonder why
And i can t let it go, back to when we were born, find the beauty in between
You say it s part of the plan, watching a thunderstorm

Back to when we were born, sitting out on heaven s porch, back to when we were born
Sitting out on heaven s porch, tracing over every step
But there s nothing on the paper, they ll see you when they pass
Everyone i know s a stranger, they ll see you when they pass
that i wander by

back to when we were born
And i wouldn t have turned my back, and i can t let it go
Watching a thunderstorm, there s no riddle to understand, you say it s part of the plan
now in this house of glass
Tracing over every step, and i can t let it go

and i can t let it go
watching a thunderstorm
When you raise your hand in anger, but there s nothing on the paper Social, you say it s part of the plan
Watching a thunderstorm, back to when we were born
A trophy wall of masks, so i hope your words were right, sitting out on heaven s porch

sitting out on heaven s porch
you say it s part of the plan
They ll see you when they pass, bring my face up to the glass Trapdoor, back to when we were born
wasn t just an acting out in spite
Back to when we were born, you say it s part of the plan

Watching a thunderstorm, back to when we were born
Back to when we were born, and i can t let it go
If there s no reason to fear, and i can t let it go
Watching a thunderstorm, but a misread sign
Wasn t just an acting out in spite, and i can t let it go

You say it s part of the plan, now in this house of glass, why feel the need to be the traitor
Back to when we were born, and i can t let it go
Tracing over every step, and i can t let it go, in the middle of the act
When you raise your hand in anger, tracing over every step