Angels & Airwaves - Letters To God, Pt. 2 (Instrumental) | Текст песни

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• Angels & Airwaves
• Letters To God, Pt. 2 (Instrumental)

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?

and dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die
I found out the truth is it’s all a big lie
I find that the words are hard to describe
I tell you I’m lost here or waving goodbye

Climbing trees and paper planes
Life as a kid, we’re all the same
Tears of joy, and 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?

and dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die
I found out the truth is it’s all a big lie
I find that the words are hard to describe
I tell you I’m lost here or waving goodbye
I found out what’s wrong, and it’s 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 it’s all a big lie
I find that the words are hard to describe
I tell you I’m lost here or waving goodbye
I found out what’s wrong, and it’s 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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