How much can you say with all the time that plagues your tongue. Folding empty hands, waiting for your chance to run. But how much can you heal if all you know that's real is what you feel In this skin & heart & lungs
Morning doesn't lie, empty as the night before The last thing you would do is the first thing you would choose, reaching for. But what else could you do when then mirror's telling you that all this mess Is just skin & heart & lungs Just skin & heart & lungs
I'm just waiting for you I'm still waiting for you In this skin & heart & lungs