We all wait for the turnaround The fall of our despair For this shrine is sure to drown As the embers fill the air Try to find some meaning in the mess And came up dry, but even though this world is bleak You'll always be the waves upon the shore They pulverize that common ground When it's fracked beneath our feet We all wait for the turnaround Just a hopeless fantasy Try to find some meaning in the mess And came up dry, but even though this world is bleak I'll always be the waxwing at your door ♪ Try to find some meaning in the mess And came up dry, but even though this world is bleak You'll always be the one who I adore Who I adore, I adore