The Wait - School of Seven Bells

We get so hypnotized by

The imposed rhythms of the passing time

Urgency solely defined by

Degrees of dissatisfaction in our minds

When’s the wait a cradle in which you’re lulled from time to time

Soundly spun into an insensate lie

The light that burns in my eyes has faded

Baby just give me some time to find it again

My heart’s lost touch with the world around me

I need that love back so I can try to begin again

When’s the wait a cradle in which you’re lulled from time to time

Soundly spun into an insensate lie

From where we stand, baby, things don’t have to look so different

And lately I believe the truth can withstand any change in point of view

When’s the distance an opiate net woven with the lifelines

Of those tiptoeing through your life

When’s the wait a cradle in which you’re lulled from time to time

Soundly spun into an insensate lie