Waiting — текст песни (Porcupine Tree)

Waiting
to be born again
Wanting
the saddest kind of pain

Waiting for the day
that I will fall

Nothing
is what I feel
Waiting
for the drugs to make it real

Waiting for the day
that I will fall

Waiting
to be disciplined
Aching
for your nails across my skin

Waiting for the day
that I will fall
Waiting for the day
That I will crawl away