Waiting

Were staring down constantly
With palms open and resting feet
Glancing up once and a while
To find some sense of reconcile
Open our eyes to see whats left
Looking for just one sign of breath
As soon as we think its okay
Well head our separate ways

What are we waiting for
Theres knocking at our door

Slowly but surely Im turning this around
But there is something that I havent found
Sooner or later you will be finding out
Sitting there waiting isnt so safe and sound

Theres something thats been calling me
I feel that Im still incomplete
Without knowing what I expect
Theres no way that I can perfect
We hesitate with every step
Just one step closer to our death
Were anxious just to take a glance
This could be our last chance

What are we waiting for
Theres knocking at our door

Sitting there waiting isnt so safe and sound