School Of Seven Bells The Wait
We get so hypnotized by
The imposed rhythms of the passing time
Urgency solely defined by
Degrees of dissatisfaction in our minds
When's the wait a cradle in which you're lulled from time
to time
Soundly spun into an insensate lie
The light that burns in my eyes has faded
Baby just give me some time to find it again
My heart's lost touch with the world around me
I need that love back so I can try to begin again
When's the wait a cradle in which you're lulled from time
to time
Soundly spun into an insensate lie
From where we stand, baby, things don't have to look so
different
And lately I believe the truth can withstand any change
in point of view
When's the distance an opiate net woven with the
lifelines
Of those tiptoeing through your life
When's the wait a cradle in which you're lulled from time
to time
Soundly spun into an insensate lie
