Letters to God, Part II - Angels & Airwaves

All the phones have rung and rung

They're off the hook, all but one

And all the mail, stacked up inside

Up from the floor, a mile high

And like one would, like a child

I'm asking...

Like I could knock on your door

Will you let me in

Dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die

I found out the truth, it's all a big lie

I found out the words are hard to describe

To tell you I'm lost here, I'm waiting reply

Climbing trees and paper planes

Like as akid, we're all the same

Tears of joy with sullen hearts

Sticks and stones and broken arms

And like one would, like a child

I'm asking...

Like I could knock on your door

Will you let me in

Dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die

I found out the truth, it's all a big lie

I found out the words are hard to describe

To tell you I'm lost here, I'm waiting reply

I felt I was wrong and it's not you or I

Or anyone else that you chose that night

It seems like the madness, the choice and the light

Have made it all clear if we run and hide

(Intrumental)

Dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die

I found out the truth, it's all a big lie

I found out the words are hard to describe

To tell you I'm lost here, I'm waiting, goodbye

I felt I was wrong and it's not you or I

Or anyone else that you chose that night

It seems like the madness, the choice and the light

Have made it all clear if we run and hide

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