Thinking of days and wasted times Right there in the row My eyes can barely read the lines Why can't I see the floor below? Or even hear a sound? In the catacombs? Remember the words we left behind Carved out in the stone An arm's length away from yours is mine We let ourselves drop to the floor below Have a roll around The evening arrives Brings with it heavy eyes Is something amiss Has everything gone awry Waiting on pins with baited breath And left out in the cold Keeping it close against the vest Things weren't much different so long ago When we tore it down