Falling like a dying bird, voices blast in a requiem
An image of a dying bed, a blink of an eye, as the story ends
A former life, a proper death,world collides, devouring it
Quicksand ground, sinking in, blink of an eye, as the story ends
Just waiting 'til this morning dies
Drowning on these dreadful hours
But tonight i find the hand that leads to nowhere
And in her arms i'll find the peace i've longed and treasured
Just waiting 'til this morning dies
Drowning on these dreadful hours
Just waiting 'til this body dies