We're staring down constantly 

With palms open and resting feet 

Glancing up once and a while 

To find some sense of reconcile 



Open our eyes to see what's left 

Looking for just one sign of breath 

As soon as we think its okay 

We'll head our separate ways 



What are we waiting for 

There's knocking at our door 



Slowly but surely I'm turning this around 

But there is something that I haven't found 

Sooner or later you will be finding out 

Sitting there waiting isn't so safe and sound 



There's something that's been calling me 

I feel that I'm still incomplete 

Without knowing what I expect 

There's no way that I can perfect 



We hesitate with every step 

Just one step closer to our death 

We're anxious just to take a glance 

This could be our last chance 



What are we waiting for 

There's knocking at our door 



Sitting there waiting isn't so safe and sound