Twenty first century is made out of many contagions
But the most prominent that we found in our age is a simple component
One that does not have elements and building blocks and structures that we can understand
But love
Well the night, the night has it's nighthawks
And trees, the trees all have treetops
But my head, oh my head, my head has no thoughts
As I lie in wait for you
As I wait for you
Well the sun, the sun has a sunrise
And the ocean has it's own tide
But my heart, oh my heart, my heart has no pride
While I lie in wait for you
As I wait for you
As I wait for you
Wait for you
As I wait for you
For you
As I wait for you
You
As I wait for you
You
As I wait for you