Angels and Airwaves - Letters To God, Part II

All the phones have rung and rung
They are off the hook, all but one
And all the mail stacked up inside
Up from the floor, a mile high

And like one would, like a child
I'm asking..
Like I could knock on your door
Will you let me in?

And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die
I found out the truth is it's all a big lie
I find that the words are hard to describe
I tell you I'm lost here, awaiting reply

Climbing trees and paper planes
Life as a kid, we're all the same
Tears of joy, and sullen hearts
Sticks and stones and broken arms

And like one would, like a child
I'm asking..
Like I could knock on your door
Will you let me in?

And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die
I found out the truth is it's all a big lie
I find that the words are hard to describe
I tell you I'm lost here, awaiting reply
I found out what's wrong, and it's not you or I
Or anyone else that you chose tonight
It seems like the madness of choice in the life
Has made it all clear if we run or we hide

And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die
I found out the truth is it's all a big lie
I find that the words are hard to describe
I tell you I'm lost here, awaiting reply
I found out what's wrong, and it's not you or I
Or anyone else that you chose tonight
It seems like the madness of choice in the life
Has made it all clear if we run or we hide