Condition: response

Sound the bells
I'm coming home
As far as I can tell
I'm not alone
I'm sick and tired of all the chasing
wasting days into blur
til i can't remember...

Are we ever really gonna be all the things expected from us?
Between the lights that cover you and me
We're blinded to the black and white
Oh I don't even know what's up with me.
I'm counting down the hours
Oh I need to feel the presence
I need to feel you next to me right here...

Break a glass
tonight I'm breaking free
I knew you'd bring me back
to life again.
I'm sick and tired of all the faking
wasting days I'll never get back...

Are we ever really gonna be all the things expected from us?
Between the lights that cover you and me
We're blinded to the black and white
Oh I don't even know what's up with me.
I'm counting down the hours
Oh I need to feel the presence
I need to feel you next to me right here...