This delay is what you gave me
But that was fine
'Cause I would rather wait
Than go down that road
The road I know so well
Like mud or quicksand
I was stuck but now I'm in your hand

Is it getting cold?
I could try to move it more
Are we getting old?
I don't notice anymore

And what about the bones
Hidden in a box?
If everything I owned
Turned this into rocks

Is this getting close?
I could try to move it more
Are we going home?
I can't stay here anymore

And how long will this go?
Until it changes
How long before you know
That I love you?
And how long 'til it goes
And turns to nothing?