Tekster: Fairweather. If They Move...Kill Them. Next Day Flight.

Whatever happened to waiting? Numb lips move too fast for care And it just happens that I'm thinking Starving for breath of hope in heart I fell asleep to you breathing Showing signs of wanting what I cant give Close off my spirit and give in to Touches too close to be so far Regrets stay here when you'll be gone Too dark to see sheets cold to touch Promise for more, hold strong to show yourself that You want what's given to wait for one One heart forever will beat for yours