In this grave hour,
I have composed our final song
The last words of our love lost (of our love lost)
I called your hands home for years,
For years, for years, for years on end.
It's become distant
And I hate my helpless defiance, no.
You have no problem finding me,
Although you only commit unintentionally. (unintentionally)
I do it for the Lord,
I do it for Chicago.
I once lived for you,
And I've never ever been
So wrong (wrong), wrong,
So wrong (wrong), wrong.
We keep building,
Building to find no release.
ANDREW JEROME TRICK,CHRISTOPHER HENRY RUBEY,JAMES SELLECK BANEY,JEREMY ROBERT DEPOYSTER,LARRY DANIEL WILLIAMS,MICHAEL JAMES HRANICA
Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.