We're staring down constantly With palms open and resting feet Glancing up once and a while To find some sense of reconcile
Open our eyes to see what's left Looking for just one sign of breath As soon as we think its okay We'll head our separate ways
What are we waiting for There's knocking at our door
Slowly but surely I'm turning this around But there is something that I haven't found Sooner or later you will be finding out Sitting there waiting isn't so safe and sound
There's something that's been calling me I feel that I'm still incomplete Without knowing what I expect There's no way that I can perfect
We hesitate with every step Just one step closer to our death We're anxious just to take a glance This could be our last chance
What are we waiting for There's knocking at our door
Sitting there waiting isn't so safe and sound
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