Sometimes I wait for the
Sun not to rise.
That's all
My best hope for a surprise.
Sometimes I run circles hoping to
Find something new, a new
Black of pavement
But all that's in my eyes cause I'm a grey kind
But all that's in my eyes cause I'm a grey kind
Ya!
Well life has got one hell of a upside
With my back flat against the wall
My feet are trucks never budging
And I'm praying for fucking hurricanes
But, thank God I'm so patient
I'll just sit and wait at a standstill
Sometimes I think I've got the perfect answer
I'm alive aren't I
I can paint that fucking picture so well,
Too bad there's not enough light to tell
I'm wearing my best suit and it looks
Like rain again
I'm in my best suit and it's raining
Ya!
Well life has got one hell of a upside
With my back flat against the wall
My feet are trucks never budging
And I'm praying for fucking hurricanes
But, thank God I'm so patient
I'll just sit and wait at a standstill
How many time do I have to forget where
The grounding for my grasp on things went?
How many times do I have to get
Back to a time when things came out clear
But I'm moving up, but not moving on
Moving up but I'm holding on
Move me, move me to the point
Where my feet can shake the fucking ground!
Moving up but I'm holding on
Move me, move me to the point
Where my feet can shake the fucking ground!
Ya
Move me, move me to the point
Where my feet can shake the ground
Shake the ground
