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?
