Conceivably my routine falls through the seams Notably your the one I rely on when you're not free It's clear that I'm not you monogamy Stick to you click and I'll be waiting Waiting to rise, waiting in line Waiting to rise, before I roll the dice Futile kindred with no drive Once it's in my fluid I no longer strive The sheer brilliant is defined by your Presence that tingles up my spine I've got a whole new outlook Sacred of change I'm still staying put Worse with age I'm a pussyfoot Round the clock it's well over looked Waiting to rise, waiting in line Waiting to rise, before I roll the dice Waiting to rise, waiting in line Waiting to rise, before I'm paralysed