We stare into the night Shaking fists from underneath our heavy hearts and powerlines I hate to ask, are we noticed enough from the other side We stare into the night Shaking fists from underneath our heavy hearts and powerlines I hate to ask, are we noticed enough from the other side I must be misunderstood because death has proceeded to take what is good from me I thought that we had agreed but my heart is still grieving and I dont think it should I must be misunderstood because death has proceeded to take what is good I thought that we had agreed but my heart is still grieving and I dont think it should