This delay is what you gave me But that was fine Cause I would rather wait Than go down that road The road I know so well Like mud or quicksand I was stuck but now I'm in your hand
Is it getting cold I could try to move it more Are we getting old I don't notice anymore
And what about the bones Hidden in a box If everything I owned Turned this into rocks
Is this getting close I could try to move it more Are we going home I can't stay here anymore
And how long will this go Until it changes How long before you know That I love you And how long til it goes And turns to nothing