Is it something deep that's burning to be?
Or do you wish that things would come to you?
Or is it a hope that helps you get through your day?
Or is it a hope that keeps you stumbling?
Got you waiting for the sky to fall onto you
Got you waiting for this time
Will you cut the surface with a knife?
Or do your days of sunlight turn to night?
Or will you let the clouds drop on your mind?
Or will you use the rain to wash away?
What are you waiting for?
