Its getting late
My phone is melting
Here I am stuck
Perched on a building
Just to see where I live
But tonight I could try riding the stars
On a vacant sky
I wont be the one who starts
A different kind of feeling
Fork in your mother's eye
We are waiting for someone
To take us from their side
To promote a kind of feeling
A pain in your mother's side
We are waiting for someone else
Today I lost my watch
But time forgot to suddenly stop
I have to move on
Like a farmer with no crop
In bed I lay
With an open mind and eyes
Estranged by ticks and tocks
And I won't be the one who starts
A different kind of feeling
Fork in your mother's eye
We are waiting for someone
To take us from their side
To promote a kind of feeling
Pain in your mother's side
We are waiting for someone else