Little town suburbia It's the scene of the after hours play The voices of those who remember are with us today Crying at pages of war Still asking the question the cause was it worth fighting for Children still march the retreat And the hands that are digging the earth still have nothing to eat
Waiting, we are waiting
Darkened city skyline This charade it has come to an end The dark souls in search of a freedom they have to defend Searching for blood from the knife Slowly it ends as they try to forget about life Tightening the grip on their chains They hurt for the fear and the warmth that runs down their veins
Still waiting, they are still waiting
Peaceful Sunday mornings As the people begin to arrive Using this lame old excuse as a way survive Cold hearts that cry out for peace As the coin tolls the bell on an empty old plate of release
Still waiting, they are still waiting
Warriors wait at request of others commands All-comers cry as the cold money slips through their hands In darkened night streets they an passing the blood-stained demands
We are waiting
Shout Stand and cry to the world And just ignore the needle man Don't you shadow the doubt You've got to fight hard and stay Stand your ground don't run away And if you fall get up again Let the dawn break your day
False names and lies don't give them any power It takes more than words to break this tower And if you hear the screams around you getting louder
Hold What you can of the scene And don't you let them pull the strings Use the knife and cut between There is a heart within your breast Let it cry the rest And don't you let them change your mind Put your answer to the test
While smiles endorse their faces truth they lack They still twist the knife into your back So don't you give them any power watch them crack
I take the bitter pill of innocence And drop into the realms of my conscience There's something biding here in the corners Waiting
And the congregation sits and stares At the ragged bands and the ragged faces Holding out for sanctuary crying to be free And the winds of thought are stirring now On the walk towards the dark horizon Hollow voices whisper at the dark and empty halls
I'm so tired of waiting,
And the line of crosses keeps getting longer As our children trip the light fantastic Bowing to their solitude beneath the crimson crown Take beed so all you governments Hide grace for one man lied And stand below the cross to watch your nation crucified.
I'm so tired of waiting.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
