Condition: Response

By Fallbrooke

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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... right here... right here (yeah)

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... right here... right here (Yeah)

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... right here... right here

Right here