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Underoath - Anthology: 1999–2013 - You’re Ever So Inviting
Anthology: 1999–2013
01. Sunburnt
02. Unsound
03. In Division
04. Catch Myself Catching Myself
05. Paper Lung
06. Desperate Times, Desperate Measures
07. Too Bright to See, Too Loud to Hear
08. In Regards to Myself
09. You’re Ever So Inviting
10. Writing on the Walls
11. A Boy Brushed Red Living in Black and White
12. Reinventing Your Exit
13. It’s Dangerous Business Walking Out Your Front Door
14. I’ve Got Ten Friends and a Crowbar That Says You Ain’t Gonna Do Jack
15. When the Sun Sleeps
16. Cries of the Past
17. Heart of Stone
The time has come for you to sit this out
To fit inside your mold
Would be to sell myself short

This ground we tread upon
(We turn the pages left to right)
Is now filling up to our necks
(We see everything)

This ground we tread upon
(We turn the pages left to right)
Is filling up to our necks
(We see everything)

Oh, my story's growing and growing, it is
(On my last request)
Don't make me feel so contradicting
There's no room for cheating and being yourself
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in their mouth

And on the last hour
We write so many new chapters again
And on the outside
Where there are no surprises

This ground we tread upon
(We turn the pages left to right)
Now filling up to our necks
(We see everything)

Oh, it's getting longer and longer, come on
To see it through their eyes
Would bring me so much closer
You can do this night after night after night
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth

Taste and see, I swear I know what's good
Be still and know that they won't lie to you
Every single time you're facing lies

This ground we tread upon
(We turn the pages left to right)
Is now filling up to our necks

Come on, this ground we tread upon
(We turn the pages left to right)
Is now filling up to our necks
(We see everything)

We see, we see, we see everything
We see, we see, we see everything

I know why you never take your eyes off from me
I've used my lungs for everything but breathing
I know why you never take your eyes off from me
I've used my lungs for everything but breathing

I find myself dried up in this conversation
So pull me out, pull me aside
I find myself dried up in this conversation
So pull me out, pull me aside

This ground we tread upon
(We turn the pages left to right)
This ground we tread upon
(We see everything)

This ground we tread upon
(We turn the pages left to right)
This ground we tread upon
(We see)