Well at night I drank the cold into the room With a ragged face sitting on a chair And I can’t catch the floor All the days that I am nothing but the silent stare And the timing was just right For a tumble in your eyes Quietly a stumble sets a fire in the sky Yes and I’m still waiting for you movement to slow down Yes and I’m still waiting for your movement to slow down
Well the race was putting on a sense of wonder that you can’t be seen There are traces of the tears Rolling down the side of an empty stream The water in the shadows where fallen pray to fall Thought the light had hit the stair but it was bouncing off the wall
Yes and I’m still waiting for your movement to slow down Yes and I’m still waiting for your movement to slow down
I don’t know how it is to walk around Forgetting how to drown out all the speed It is so hard to catch the spot between The feeling in your blood and what you need... what you need now A thousand bells can start to ring The sounds within your heart You could spend your lifetime building something made to fall apart
But I’m still waiting for your movement to slow down Yes and I’m still waiting for your movement to slow down I said now, I’m still, still waiting for your movement to slow down
Compositor: George Marcus Foster (Marcus Foster) ECAD: Obra #14173228