And The mention of God, 

Makes me strange, 

The battle of words, 

And the wars we wage, 

And the castles of time , 

We build up straight, 

Just to run out of room, 

And we build sideways. 



And Sometimes I feel, 

My blood runs cold. 



And the conscious stain, 

Won’t wash away, 

Well Tell me what are we waiting for. 

And the acid rain, 

Right through my veins, 

Well Tell me what are we waiting for. 



And I’m catching a bird, 

And it makes me feel, 

Like I’m talking to her, 

Through the atmosphere, 

And I know that I’m right, 

Just can’t let go, 

The beauty in flight, 

And the world we know. 



And Sometimes I feel, 

My blood runs cold. 



And the conscious stain, 

Won’t wash away, 

Well Tell me what are we waiting for. 

And the acid rain, 

Right through my veins, 

Tell me what are we waiting for. 



Now We’re so far gone, 

But we can’t let go. 

We’re so far gone, 

That my blood runs cold. 



And The conscious stain, 

Won’t wash away, 

Well Tell me what are we waiting for. 



And The acid rain, 

Right through my veins, 

Well Tell me what are we waiting for. 

The hurricanes and tidal waves, 

Well Tell me what are we waiting for. 

And The conscious stain, 

Won’t wash away, 

Well Tell me what are we waiting for.