Paroles de It Might Hit First

Waiting Waiting Waiting Waiting Under this There's a restless fear A vicious change Tomorrow's tears A distant light From an orchid's glow Seems to be somewhere Waiting for better times to arrive Ever Growing Fever Dreaming Waiting for better times to arrive Waiting for better times to arrive A burning hunger A hurting thirst If I wait it might hit first Waiting Waiting Waiting Waiting