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
In the catacombs

[2x:]
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
In the catacombs

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