Last Tuesday - Armchair Sanctuary lyrics

Throw my hands up I'm backing out

Throw down my guns, I'm gicing up the fight to prove them right

Gotta get away from myself, if I'm gonna make it out alive

Standing on the sidelines spitting my 2 cents

celebrating arrogance while hiding in a drowd of cynics

passive passion proves my life is passing me by

I'll never make it out alive

This meaning is fleeting, just when we really need it

A building and nothing more, these empty walls are bound to fall

Throw my hands up, I've had enough

I've been the first, I've seen the top of feeling down and out

I gotta get away from myself, and I'll never make it out alive

I'll be there if you feel like you're falling

I know we're going all the way, I know we're searching for the answers

And it's not enough when you're losing heart

Instead of backing out just put in your part

Searching for where we are going