Waiting – Porcupine Tree
Waiting… to be born again
Wanting… the saddest kind of pain
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away
Nothing is what I feel
Waiting… for the drugs to make it real
Waiting… for the day when I will crawl away
Waiting… to be disciplined
Aching… for your nails across my skin
Waiting… for the day when I will crawl away
