No Amount Of Sound

	Footsteps, they followed mother's death
	They followed suit and peeled off the walls
	Behind a metal desk inside a modern mausoleum
	you have found you calling, calling for fall
	No amount of sound could make us fade the way you're fading now
	Lost way, current emotional states left folding gold under a florescent light
	It’s a touch agoraphobic, I suggest a catatonic height but hypochondriac's suggestion weight
	I held your hand I drew a line in the sand
	I couldn’t bare to think your losing your mind
	But when the red flags bolted up is when your outlook started shifting
	Just when a shift requires valued time
	You need to write this down
	No amount of sound could make us fade the way you're fading now
	When will you fade out

	Footsteps, they followed mother' s death
	They followed suit and peeled off the walls
	Behind a metal desk inside a modern mausoleum
	you have found you calling, calling for fall
	No amount of sound could make us fade the way you' re fading now
	Lost way, current emotional states left folding gold under a florescent light
	It' s a touch agoraphobic, I suggest a catatonic height but hypochondriac' s suggestion weight
	I held your hand I drew a line in the sand
	I couldn' t bare to think your losing your mind
	But when the red flags bolted up is when your outlook started shifting
	Just when a shift requires valued time
	You need to write this down
	No amount of sound could make us fade the way you' re fading now
	When will you fade out