With storms outside All bets are off for a moment's repose With nature's fury mixed into the air There's no telling There's no safe return
I wait under the Guise of old orders Just hold until The nights turn out right I wait under the Guise of old orders Just hold until The nights get softer
With storms outside There's no telling There's no safe return
I wait under the Guise of old orders Just hold until The nights turn out right (And since these are the signs of men, we can put out the spectre of a master plan) I wait under the Guise of old orders Just hold until The laws demand a forward motion
Here's a footnote to your deliverance, baby: We're out of air, out of time, sent to crash down Here's a footnote to your deliverance, baby In this vacuum your image gets stronger somehow
Wait
I wait under the Guise of old orders Just hold until Just hold until I wait under the Guise of old orders Just hold until The laws demand a stab at motion