You wait for a moment, some sacred moment, to come and light your way. You wait for embrace that never gives, it only takes yet, you wait and you wait.
It’s a let down and it will never stop, If you don’t go within you go without.
You wear a grey shoud that numbs you out and dumbs you down. And all your time is running by like millions of insects flying to raw meat, like vapors escaping a hot, hot desert heat.
It’s a let down and it will never stop, If you don’t go within you go without.