Sunday, July 25, 2010

Waiters

Come to a stop, sit down, be silent
Elliot Ness has lost his way
Look at all the waiters sick of waiting

Stuck in a crowd, these worn out clothes
Are bringing me down, but can I change?
Look at all the time I had to waste

Losing my mind on a cold afternoon
Look at all the waiters sick of waiting
As I wander, ponder future daze

I don’t want to make you cry
When I do part of me dies
I can’t fly without your wings
I can’t breathe without your whisper on my skin
With you I’m everything

Losing my mind on a cold afternoon
Look at all the waiters sick of waiting
As I wander, ponder future daze

I don’t want to make you cry
When I do part of me dies
I can’t fly without your wings
I can’t breathe without your whisper on my skin
With you I’m everything
I screwed up again

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