Looking out your window, noticing trees without leaves 
dying in the cold
Coming back to life in some land, wishing that they had 
some place to go
Year after year, it's the same old story of how you go 
and break out
You drew up plans that remain the same as the color of 
the walls underneath the pane
In your head and in your heart, the world seemed black 
and white
And all that you're doing is waiting for it all to come 
to life
You wait and wait, but the world isn't going to wait for 
you
You drew up plans that remain the same as the color of 
the walls underneath the pane