Wasting the dawn
Shaking to face
Waiting for all racing minds to be saved
After dark
Turn to me
Too vacant to fly
Waiting for all aching signs to be swayed
Disembark
Desire is fading
Anticipating
Never-ending
Waiting for
To get through the day
Through the leeches and new grounds left to be saved
Turn away
Waiting for
To get through the haze
Through completion of strangest times to be swayed
Turn away
Desire is fading
Anticipating
Never-ending
Outside
No one's got to know
It is time
To reap what we've sown
It is
Outside
No one's got to know
It is time
The ashen fields have grown
It is time
