out my window it rains    it cleanses through you upon you    the eyes of a closer kind    can only see this through    after all it's just a lifetime    fifty yard line the great divide    once again we looked into those    days of wrong and right       this drink has just drained me of my disguise    all right    it's what i've been waiting for this time    weight of this time    i'm out of my mind    shipwrecked here within reach of my peers    should i set myself adrift    any way out is fine    she lives this through    he lives this through    it's not too hard to make your words worth speaking    it's taking our shadows off this ground of recluse       more years and less fears    we've grown old but all we need is one hour    to race back and take back    what was ours and will always be    it's not a coincidence we've come to this point    i'll always be waiting every night    a lonesome night    fight the thought of old times    now did all your missing fridays stop just to get away    to get away    you'll try to become the wall standing tall    this brick memorial of stories from our past    though carved in stone each scene erodes with time       i'm drowning to take in my obsessions    it heals fine    i'll always be here until you die    come out you've dried    try this crowd is not right    this goner's shipwrecked party stalled    i fade away    and did not all your liquid fridays    start to just to get away again    and if all your missing fridays stop    they'll begin again    we'll miss you when you hide       we become the wall    when all our short stories become volumes    in our heads they are reflecting on the sky    and bitter blue    we become the wall when you've seen it all   it reflects off the sky    i've been that blue