We're staring down constantly
With palms open and resting feet
Glancing up once and a while

To find some sense of reconcile

Open our eyes to see what's left

Looking for just one sign of breath
As soon as we think its okay
We'll head our separate ways


What are we waiting for
There's knocking at our door


Slowly but surely I'm turning this around
But there is something that I haven't found

Sooner or later you will be finding out
Sitting there waiting isn't so safe and sound


There's something that's been calling me
I feel that I'm still incomplete
Without knowing what I expect

There's no way that I can perfect

We hesitate with every step

Just one step closer to our death
We're anxious just to take a glance
This could be our last chance


What are we waiting for
There's knocking at our door


Sitting there waiting isn't so safe and sound