These streets are as cold and wet

As my eyes, flesh and bones are longing home

I was taken out of context

And to think you had me not speaking for a month or two

But it's not you I know

It's just me waiting

Waiting for the sun to come out



We are to follow

What if I could stand still and get moved



We are to follow

We are nothing running blind

We are to follow

We are so sick of it now

We are to follow

But im scared to be left behind

We are to follow

Nothing now



The TV dies more and more for each day

And the beauty of your eyes (in my hand)

Makes the flashing lights behind me on the wall look even more pale

Four o'clock and the sky is getting red

And here I am, just me waiting

Waiting for the sun to come out



Im throwing myself at you

And I'm holding on for dear life

Can I scream out of tune in this choir

God help me scream



What if I would stand still and get moved