Bringing myself back from the dead has never felt any worse
I hear it, the sound of your footsteps on the floor
Take my time to heal the wound will work it self out
I hear it, the sound of your voice in the morn
I hear it the sound of your footsteps on the floor
I hear it. I hear you. I see you. I see him
I'd give my guts and give my skin, just to hear my self out
I'd sell myself and give it all, just for you
I hear it