Contact letra

Hearts aren't really our guides.
We are truly alone.
'Cause God ain't up in the sky,
Holding together our bones.

Remember we used to speak.
Now I'm starting to think,
Your voice was really my own,
Bouncing off the ceiling back to me.

God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?

Come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?

Oh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?
Do you have clouds to stop his voice on the way down?

God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?

God, does grace reach to this side of madness?
'Cause I know this can't be,
The great peace we all seek.

Come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?

As Cities Burn - Letras

• '84 Sheepdog
• 1:27
• A Breath Of Water
• Admission: Regret
• All To Make Us Safe With You
• Bloodsucker Pt. II
• Capo
• Chains
• Clouds
• Contact
• Daughter
• Empire
• Errand Rum
• Far Too Long
• Gates
• Higher Than I
• Hollowed Out
• Incomplete Is A Leech
• Into The Sea
• Just Another Addict
• Lady Blue
• Love At Our Throats
• Love Jealous One, Love
• Made Too Pretty
• New Sun
• Of Want and Misery: The Nothing That Kills
• One: Twentyseven
• Our World Is Grey
• Petty
• Pirate BLues
• Straight Aways To Get Away
• Terrible! How Terrible For The Great City!
• The Hoard
• The New In Bloom
• The Nothing That Kills
• The Sickness Of Your Memory
• The Widow
• This Is It, This Is It
• Thus From My Lips, By Yours, My Sin Is Purged
• Tides
• Timothy
• To Dust For Tyler
• Venture
• Wake Dead Man, Wake
• Wrong Body