Nothing to See Here
Nothing to see here
We walked down the long expanse
The wait was long
But it still made sense
But I still don't know where you are
So I'll take some clues from your art,
And read your notes
We turned around and watched the ghost,
The shade behind the curtain grows
But I still don't know where you are,
But I still don't know where you are,
But I'll find out
Those radio days came and went
And they left us behind
And were standing still
But the static is just cold as ice
And we'll take time
And we'll take time
You should probably get a grip
Not the whole hand
Just the fingertips
But I still don't know where you are
But I still don't know where you are
But I'll find out
Pinned against the rails again,
From here to there,
Caught in a spin
But I still don't know where you are again
But I still don't know where you are
But I'll take some clues from your art
And read your notes
Those radio days came and went
And they left us behind
And were standing still
But the static is just cold as ice
And we'll take time
And we'll take time
We walked down the long expanse
The wait was long
But it still made sense
But I still don't know where you are
But I'll take some clues from your art,
And read your notes
We walked down the long expanse
The wait was long
But it still made sense
But I still don't know where you are
So I'll take some clues from your art,
And read your notes
We turned around and watched the ghost,
The shade behind the curtain grows
But I still don't know where you are,
But I still don't know where you are,
But I'll find out
Those radio days came and went
And they left us behind
And were standing still
But the static is just cold as ice
And we'll take time
And we'll take time
You should probably get a grip
Not the whole hand
Just the fingertips
But I still don't know where you are
But I still don't know where you are
But I'll find out
Pinned against the rails again,
From here to there,
Caught in a spin
But I still don't know where you are again
But I still don't know where you are
But I'll take some clues from your art
And read your notes
Those radio days came and went
And they left us behind
And were standing still
But the static is just cold as ice
And we'll take time
And we'll take time
We walked down the long expanse
The wait was long
But it still made sense
But I still don't know where you are
But I'll take some clues from your art,
And read your notes
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Low, Justin Max, Daniel O'neill, Bryan Gassler
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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