Waiting...



And the days they speak to me 

With all their history

Little ways passing phases all so consistently 

As the gazes reached for me with that intensity 

Through this maze of misled praise the words get into me



Staring at faces of our times to reconcile

There's always patience waiting for a place in our minds  

And in that autumn you'll find 

Every orphan will loose their need to pine 

Reassure them the world before them 

Staring at faces 



Change...



Cause words alone will soon dissolve

And leave us with a face we can't console

In the zone conscious of tones

We can't resolve



Staring at faces of our times to reconcile 

There's always patience waiting for a place in our minds 

And in that autumn you'll find 

Every orphan will loose their need to pine 

Reassure them the world before them 

Staring at faces