Lyrics

The lyrics:
They are falling apart at the seams. Picking at threads that unravel their dreams. He is always at fault. She is always unfair. And the walls in their house tell their tale, their child is Silence; they nurture him well. Is there ever a time when it just goes too far? When they pass in the hall, their hopes rise and fall, but no one will say what they see. While love sits in a chair and waits to be noticed. Waits to be noticed.
She is faking a confident stride, setting up instruments, quaking inside.  As the people come in she is banking on fear.  But she plays when it's time to begin, praying they won't see the battle within; desprite to know will they like what they hear?  As she sings in that hall, her hopes rise and fall, but her eyes are not open to see, love sits in the front row, waits to be noticed.  Waits to be noticed.  Oh, waiting to be, waiting to be noticed, how love is waiting, waiting to be noticed.
He will curse at his closest of friends for things that he did which do not involve them.  He's tasted of truth, but swallowed a lie. Every step that he takes, he takes back, like he's lost in a pattern that has no clear path. In and out of despair, in and out of peace. 
While he sleeps in that hall, his hopes rise and fall but he just cannot seem to get free. And he wonders aloud, will he ever be found or be pulled to some ground he can keep? While Love hangs on a tree and waits to be noticed Waits to be noticed.  Oh, waiting to be, wating to be noticed, how love is waiting to be noticed.