Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Rumchaks
Bass
Knuckle Puck
Vocals
Kevin Maida
Guitar
Nick Casasanto
Guitar
John Siorek
Drums
Joseph Taylor
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Rumchaks
Composer
Kevin Maida
Composer
Seth Henderson
Composer
John Siorek
Composer
Joseph Taylor
Composer
Nicholas D Casasanto
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Recording Engineer
Vince Ratti
Recording Engineer
Seth Henderson
Producer
Lyrics
Are you out there?
Have you seen all that I've done?
Is it so different from the world where you grew up?
Does it compare to the web that you've spun?
There's something in the way
Between the tongue and brain
Was it written on my face all along?
You were right here all along
'Cause I've been running out of things to say
While every clouded thought is free to rain on my parade
They take me miles away, I'm miles away
(I'm miles away, I'm miles away)
(I'm miles away, I'm miles away)
Time is of the essence, it pains me to admit
Some things I can't forgive, most things I will forget
Frightened by the messages failing to transmit
'Cause time is running out
(My time is running out)
There's something in the way
Between the tongue and brain
Was it written on my face all along?
You were right here all along
'Cause I've been running out of things to say
While every clouded thought is free to rain on my parade
They take me miles away, I've been miles away
You got me bored to death
'Til nothin' makes any sense
Pure chaos in my head
No, nothin' ever makes any sense
When did it become the norm?
The grip of this mental storm
Has got its hold on me
A quick lift to boost my presence again
There's something in the way
Between the tongue and brain
Was it written on my face all along?
You were right here all along
So, do I have your attention now?
When darker skies roll in, don't you cross me out
Just pull me back into safer crowds
'Cause I'm miles away, yeah, I'm miles away
I've been miles away until now
Written by: John M Siorek, Joseph F Taylor, Kevin J Maida, Nicholas D Casasanto, Ryan J Rumchaks, Seth Henderson